<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145</id><updated>2011-07-21T07:10:02.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reyna man, sumasablay din. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-8465794993371102972</id><published>2007-06-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T15:00:48.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here. Yey!</title><content type='html'>Whoa. May 06 to June 09 IS a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here in Dumaguete City. I finished processing my enrollment yesterday. I moved in to my dorm this morning. And I'm now in a net cafe with my dormmates. Wee. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, magta-taglish na 'ko ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakadrama rin pala ang feeling 'pag aalis ka sa hometown mo. Ewan ko nga. Naiiyak talaga ako nung nasa barge na kami papunta dito. Naisip ko kasi yung mga iniwan ko back home. Family ko, ang pinaka-close kong insan na si Sheng (siya talaga ayaw kong iwan, btw!), mga aso namin, classmates ko nung HS at elem, si Ajan, basta LAHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ano pa ba magagawa natin, di ba? Andito na 'ko eh. Deal with it na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya rin naman ako dito. Nakakatuwa dormies ko lalo na roomies ko. Hehe. At siguradong di ako maho-homesick kasi may roommate akong tiga-Zamboanga rin. Saka marami-rami rin akong kakilala na kababayan. Yehey! Mate-test na lang talaga dito ang independence ko at pagiging responsable. Other than that, I guess I'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update ulit next time. Hehe. Sensya na talaga kasi di na 'ko nakakapag-rounds. Huhu. Keep in touch na lang tayo kahit papano. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat kayo lahat and God bless! Love ya! Mwahmwah! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-8465794993371102972?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/8465794993371102972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=8465794993371102972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8465794993371102972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8465794993371102972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-still-here-yey.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here. Yey!'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-7704657378617584895</id><published>2007-05-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:52:09.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Sillimanian.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three-day excursion&lt;/span&gt; with my parents. I'm tired, emotional, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even more tired and emotional by the minute&lt;/span&gt;. But it wasn't the trip's fault, though. I had lots of fun actually. It's just that... some things can't help but pop themselves in my head and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these kinds of thoughts loosen up a couple of my emotional screws&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first two days at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumaguete City&lt;/span&gt;. I'm officially enrolled at &lt;a href="http://su.edu.ph/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silliman University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and am going to take up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BS Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. My prospectus spells F-U-N for the First Semester. Wee. :] I also got myself a space at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith Carson dorm&lt;/span&gt;. I had no choice but to get the six people-in-one room- no aircondition, no own toilet and bath. Apparently, all the other rooms and school dorms are reserved so I had to settle for this one. I'm not complaining, actually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think I'm known for being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I'm more than contented with what I got myself. And it's very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sulit&lt;/span&gt;, if you ask me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only PhP 4,000+ per sem for the room and about PhP 11,000 for the meals.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sulit.&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending to my college needs, my parents and I visited Mama's relatives at Banilad. I was four years old when I last visited so it felt good to see somewhat familiar faces. LOL. The only ones I remembered well were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auntie Shirley and my dear cousin Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;. Ate Lot-Lot was the best! She was still as bubbly and warm as ever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she told me that she'd be happy to be my Dumaguete sistah while I stay over.&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went around town and checked out how Dumaguete has changed over the years. At around 8 PM, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my dear friend Kuya King,&lt;/span&gt; who is taking up BSN at SU, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snatched me away from my parents&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di naman. Sinundo niya 'ko&lt;/span&gt; to treat me at Jollibee. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents probably thought of him as way harmless than their own daughter&lt;/span&gt; coz they allowed me to go. Shocker. Hehe. We chatted about college life and he pretty much gave me a good idea on what to expect come the first day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natakot at na&lt;/span&gt;-excite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang naman ako&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Btw, I won't be telling you about the our whim-ish stay at Dapitan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haba na eh&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready for the new world ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt; All I know is that I have exactly a month left before I venture in that world. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe in one month's time I'll be able to convince myself that going there is what God intended for me in the first place and that it is what will make important people in my life, including myself, happy.&lt;/span&gt; Argh. Can I be more emo now? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone know someone who's attending/going to attend Silliman University? Let me know please! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-7704657378617584895?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/7704657378617584895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=7704657378617584895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/7704657378617584895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/7704657378617584895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/05/official-sillimanian.html' title='Official Sillimanian.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-6180380966045617696</id><published>2007-04-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:36:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict Is In.</title><content type='html'>You read it right and I shit you not. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; able to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; last night. I looked forward to that episode &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa naman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to cry over Izzie's crying.&lt;/span&gt; Guess it has to wait till this weekend. Hmpf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JackTV and ETC are both out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nooo.&lt;/span&gt; :[&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My phone is busted. Again. I'm currently using my bro's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pocket PC&lt;/span&gt;. It's cool, but not suited for my text-trained thumbs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm trying to rid myself of insomnia. Making progress, I think. :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My current read is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt;. I know, I know. I'm eons behind all you people. You don't have to yell at me. *sob sob*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad gave me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a pack of Hello bars&lt;/span&gt;. It was the most he came up with yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm reminding myself of how I should get a haircut for college. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want my hair short again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bloghopped through all my links yesterday. Wee. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm painfully delaying every second of revelation. But since my summer's not all that packed with stories to tell and I've run out of ideas to jot down, I guess I'm really going to reveal the "verdict" right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zZzzZzzzZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jerks awake*&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Yeah. The verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silliman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so going to Dumaguete.&lt;/span&gt; Yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-6180380966045617696?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/6180380966045617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=6180380966045617696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6180380966045617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6180380966045617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/verdict-is-in.html' title='The Verdict Is In.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-5308839647699363688</id><published>2007-04-24T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:22:15.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in Between.</title><content type='html'>Katamaran. Ka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-han. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katamaran ulit.&lt;/span&gt; Yan yung mga dahilan kung bakit ngayon lang ako nakapag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ko tuloy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ako &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Apir Bunso Zombie a.k.a Aldie Eustaquio! HAHA!) Nagpupuyat ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagmukmok&lt;/span&gt;. Pagkagising ko, titingnan-tingnan ko lang ang paligid ko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; na may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extraordinary stuff&lt;/span&gt; na mangyari. Wala eh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natutunan ko na ring i-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;adopt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yung kwarto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As much as possible&lt;/span&gt;, di ako lalabas. Syempre pwera na lang kung maliligo ako, magsi-CR, kukuha ng pagkain, etc. At kasabay nun, di ko na rin kinakausap yung mga tao dito. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At most&lt;/span&gt; ay mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tatlong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;five-word sentences&lt;/span&gt; lang ang nasasabi ko. Na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master&lt;/span&gt; ko na nga ata ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;facial expressions&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;head and hand gestures&lt;/span&gt;. Magaling na rin ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one-word games&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ako nagkakaganito? *kunot-noo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kagabi gumawa ako ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; para sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ko.&lt;/span&gt; Wala lang. Sinabi ko lang dun lahat ng gusto kong sabihin. Eh kasi naman sila, ang gulo. Papalit-palit sila ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;college plans&lt;/span&gt; para sa 'kin. Di ko na tuloy alam kung ano ba talaga gusto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi kasi nila na sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo de Zamboanga University&lt;/span&gt; na raw talaga ako. Ako naman, kahit ayaw, tinanggap na lang. After nga nun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naging OK na talaga ako sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; na yun&lt;/span&gt;. Masaya na rin ako sa dinecide nila &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;. Tapos... TAPOS! Hayun. Nung isang araw biglang kumatok si Mama para sabihin na sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silliman University&lt;/span&gt; na raw aq. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANO RAW?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat nga ako matuwa, di ba? Kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first and most loved choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ko ay SU&lt;/span&gt;. Pero bakit ganun? Ngayon lang kasi nila sinabi. Ngayon pa na naintindihan at na-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; ko na lahat. Ngayon pa na naka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;set&lt;/span&gt; na ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; ko sa ADZU. Dapat nga ba ako matuwa sa sinabi nila? At isa pa, ayokong i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enroll&lt;/span&gt; nila ako dun dahil alam nilang dun ko gusto. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gusto ko kasi na gustuhin rin nila akong mapunta dun.&lt;/span&gt; Kung di rin lang talaga sila &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally in favor&lt;/span&gt; sa pag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; ko dun, wag na sana nila subukang mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adjust&lt;/span&gt; para sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; ko. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trabaho ko ang mag-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;adjust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; para sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, para sa kung ano'ng pwede at di pwede sa akin.&lt;/span&gt; Kaya ko naman eh. Naiintindihan ko naman lahat eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang rin naintindihan nila yung drama ko sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt; na yun. Iniwan ko na sa kanila ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decision between&lt;/span&gt; ADZU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; SU. Kung piliin man nila ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADZU&lt;/span&gt;, sana dahil yun yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; para sa amin&lt;/span&gt;. Kung piliin man nila ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;, sana dahil yun yung tingin nila ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dine-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; ko&lt;/span&gt;. Kahit saan naman, OK na sa 'kin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a win-win situation&lt;/span&gt; naman for me. Si God na lang talaga bahala. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish me loads of luck&lt;/span&gt; na lang. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-5308839647699363688?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/5308839647699363688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=5308839647699363688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5308839647699363688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5308839647699363688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/somewhere-in-between.html' title='Somewhere in Between.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-1587196647681558744</id><published>2007-04-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:14:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictuuuuures!</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to really write stuff so I figured I'd post some of the pictures I promised eons ago. (Take note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;. I said I feel lazy, ok?) Hehe. At last! Pictures! ^__^ Still haven't found the digi cam's cord, though. Thank God for pocket PCs. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 31, 2007.&lt;/span&gt; Graduation rites held at Summit Centre. Whoopee! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDF85D7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BQ_Fby_HZSk/s1600-h/IMAG0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDF85D7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BQ_Fby_HZSk/s320/IMAG0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053256431809815362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clink and clank. &lt;/span&gt;I received some stuff. Not a total loser after all. LOL. (Look! Our principal - the woman in the printed blouse - wore &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;! *gasp* :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDuZD7YzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8IodNkesFj8/s1600-h/IMAG0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDuZD7YzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8IodNkesFj8/s320/IMAG0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253983678456626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pledge of loyalty. &lt;/span&gt;We were actually laughing our asses off. Couldn't really hear the pledge so we made words up. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDuJD7YyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9wn2dz5nlSg/s1600-h/IMAG0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDuJD7YyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9wn2dz5nlSg/s320/IMAG0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253979383489314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After poetry comes music. &lt;/span&gt;We sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seasons Of Love&lt;/span&gt; (the OST of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's What Friends Are For&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtZD7YwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/81xl5J1TcH8/s1600-h/IMAG0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtZD7YwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/81xl5J1TcH8/s320/IMAG0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253966498587394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The newest graduate of the fam. &lt;/span&gt;Daddy, Kaka Min, ME!, Mama. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtpD7YxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/txBOs2ztc_Y/s1600-h/IMAG0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtpD7YxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/txBOs2ztc_Y/s320/IMAG0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253970793554706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you see the toga, now you don't. (next pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtJD7YvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kNUbSwVD2bw/s1600-h/IMAG0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDDtJD7YvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kNUbSwVD2bw/s320/IMAG0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053253962203620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee. Meet my dress, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt;. xx (The shoes killed my poor feet that night. *sniff*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night. &lt;/span&gt;Our Graduation Ball, for real! Look at the backdrop! Look! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDCKZD7YuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CWe2VEmrcq4/s1600-h/IMAG0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDCKZD7YuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CWe2VEmrcq4/s320/IMAG0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053252265691538146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDCKJD7YtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TvOIpmDvkQY/s1600-h/IMAG0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDCKJD7YtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TvOIpmDvkQY/s320/IMAG0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053252261396570834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl power. &lt;/span&gt;We're not exactly girly girls. Don't be fooled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAppD7YsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QtganTbDtcc/s1600-h/IMAG0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAppD7YsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QtganTbDtcc/s320/IMAG0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250603539194562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cake 101. &lt;/span&gt;I had to make a wish before slicing up our batch cake. Hmm... guess it went something like "blah blah... not separate hearts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAo5D7YqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-eReSu1ewBY/s1600-h/IMAG0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAo5D7YqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-eReSu1ewBY/s320/IMAG0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250590654292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama, Kaka, ME!, my cake, and... some random guy who got into our picture. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAopD7YpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9QFC9e_isMY/s1600-h/IMAG0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAopD7YpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9QFC9e_isMY/s320/IMAG0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250586359325330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Random Guy a.k.a Ajan made me really realize how short I am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naka&lt;/span&gt;-stilettos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na 'ko dyan ha&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAoJD7YoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ok4rKn4FS6E/s1600-h/IMAG0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDAoJD7YoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ok4rKn4FS6E/s320/IMAG0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053250577769390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The party didn't end there. &lt;/span&gt;Before getting to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayawan kuno&lt;/span&gt; part, the girls screamed Lindsay Lohan's "Ultimate". Thanks to Groove Street, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 1, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After the afterparty, we had an afterparty afterparty in Room 316. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SZD7YkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nq4bOW8lBIM/s1600-h/IMAG0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SZD7YkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nq4bOW8lBIM/s320/IMAG0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053249104595608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male &amp; Female Stars of the Night. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. No one else seemed to want the award...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SpD7YlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lusBAPBwi_U/s1600-h/IMAG0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SpD7YlI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lusBAPBwi_U/s320/IMAG0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053249108890575442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ya, b*tch. &lt;/span&gt;(Pardon the language, it doesn't mean anything anyway) Cyril the Gigolo and Mars the Wh*re. HAHA! We kid a lot. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SpD7YmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pJQebSYiARE/s1600-h/IMAG0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_SpD7YmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pJQebSYiARE/s320/IMAG0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053249108890575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_S5D7YnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZsmVOzFHXic/s1600-h/IMAG0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC_S5D7YnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZsmVOzFHXic/s320/IMAG0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053249113185542770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a mess. Oops. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakapikit pa si&lt;/span&gt; Louie. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home... &lt;/span&gt;I grabbed the bouquet Ajan gave me and clicked away. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC-LZD7YiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mg0NtqHvfQk/s1600-h/IMAG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC-LZD7YiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mg0NtqHvfQk/s320/IMAG0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053247884824896034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC-LpD7YjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JsuPkwwqe7s/s1600-h/IMAG0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC-LpD7YjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JsuPkwwqe7s/s320/IMAG0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053247889119863346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't it pwetty? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We went to school coz our freshies had a surprise for us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aba&lt;/span&gt;, those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chikitings&lt;/span&gt; punk'd us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Sweetness. And the gift was a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC9EJD7YhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y7T6RT068bw/s1600-h/IMAG0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC9EJD7YhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y7T6RT068bw/s320/IMAG0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053246660759216658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrapbook! &lt;/span&gt;Yeah! They made a scrapbook for us! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC80ZD7YgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JZdqGYiXRsQ/s1600-h/IMAG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiC80ZD7YgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JZdqGYiXRsQ/s320/IMAG0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053246390176276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayun. We were all so happy. Hehe. Graduation was a blast! The best way to exit from a place we call AEMSHS. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame end, I know. I'm lazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nga eh&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-1587196647681558744?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/1587196647681558744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=1587196647681558744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/1587196647681558744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/1587196647681558744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-too-lazy-to-really-write-stuff-so-i.html' title='pictuuuuures!'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/RiDF85D7Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/BQ_Fby_HZSk/s72-c/IMAG0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-4721108815161767870</id><published>2007-04-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:47:34.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Couch Patatas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talagang mahal ko yung mga mokong sa taas.&lt;/span&gt; Scroll down to the bottom of this page &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at makikita niyo kung bakit ko nasabi yan&lt;/span&gt;. Heheh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang. Nagka&lt;/span&gt;-idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuloy ako sa&lt;/span&gt; next format &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;. Heheh. :]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to refresh things around here, shall we? Well, for a change, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not going to whine about how summer's killing me with boredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, I am going to tell you guys what's been keeping me alive so far. Heheh. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mars the Couch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patatas&lt;/span&gt; is officially back in business, baby. So watching too much TV is not entirely healthy. But hey, if it keeps me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, then I don't care that much. Hahah. And I don't watch TV the whole day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. I take time off to read, take a bath and blog. Hahah. Exciting life, eh? *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes started gluing itself to the TV screen at about the same time my ass started gluing itself to my seat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loko lang&lt;/span&gt;. I think it started last Holy Week. Since my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penitensya&lt;/span&gt; comprised of no Globe Unlitxt registration, no net-surfing, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laag&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no life&lt;/span&gt;, I've resorted to making this layout and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watching 7th Heaven marathons&lt;/span&gt;. It was great, actually. I kinda missed the Camdens. And from there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've awaken my inner TV-holic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the 7th Heaven phase is once again over (sob sob), I kinda like to call myself an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official STAR WORLD addict&lt;/span&gt;. I wake up at around eight in the morning, take a sip of the room temperature choco health drink that my parents prepare early on, get back inside the bedroom and lock the TV screen on Channel 37. (I didn't mention breakfast, did I? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's because I'm lazy and take my brunch at 2PM.&lt;/span&gt; LOL) I'm not saying that I like everything on Star World. But from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored weird girl's point of view&lt;/span&gt;, it's starting to be the number one decent thing on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal faves would have to be the Monday Night Laughs lineup, reruns of FRIENDS (Yep, still haven't moved on. Haha!), Grey's Anatomy, American Idol (I saw Sanjaya sing Besame Mucho a while back. It wasn't bad... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but he sure still is weird&lt;/span&gt;), Fashion House, Hope &amp; Faith, Criminal Minds, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRISON BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. I know, I know... some of these shows are eons behind actual release. Who cares anyway? Certainly not me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/Rhz145D7YFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r4v1ipzivCo/s1600-h/pb4_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/Rhz145D7YFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r4v1ipzivCo/s320/pb4_0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052183239741628498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Cute Poison:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wentworth Miller is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; reason why Star World rocks all the more. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm guessing that being a couch potato will get me through the remaining idle days. &lt;/span&gt;That is, if I don't get to "level up" and find something more fun and productive to do. Until then, *girl VO* "you are watching Star World". ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really love that song in the new Sony Ericsson Walkman Phone ad. Yeah, the anniversary one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino me alam nun&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-4721108815161767870?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/4721108815161767870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=4721108815161767870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/4721108815161767870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/4721108815161767870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/couch-patatas.html' title='The Couch Patatas.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hafoxi-KNwU/Rhz145D7YFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r4v1ipzivCo/s72-c/pb4_0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-8637049662449346507</id><published>2007-04-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:23:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbalance. Again.</title><content type='html'>This summer rewards me tons and tons of free time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha, like that's a good thing!&lt;/span&gt; I'm left with more time to mope about how my life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; so sweet after all. I'm seriously reconsidering everything going on right now (e.g. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;). And as much as I'd like to blog about every single detail in my side of the universe, I feel the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*insert appropriate term here*&lt;/span&gt; of not doing so. Why? Because some of the people who visit my blog actually know me in person. And in person, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reserved&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I'm not ready for semi-drastic changes just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun yesterday with mates Alyssa, &lt;a href="http://superweirdo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cyril&lt;/a&gt; and Kikay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We snuck ice cream inside the cinema!&lt;/span&gt; Wee! Hahah. Good thing the guard didn't further check into Kikay's bag. But I guess there's always a downfall with every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasaway&lt;/span&gt; deed. In this case, we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; spoon to scoop all that ice cream with. Hahah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayun&lt;/span&gt;, we resorted to making our frozen goodies Mr. Chips dip. Labo. Hahah. T'was yummy, though. vv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY MONTHSARY, MIO DEE! &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. He's not even here in Zamboanga. OK &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babawi naman yun&lt;/span&gt; when he gets back. vv,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I finally got my &lt;a href="http://haloscan.com/"&gt;haloscan&lt;/a&gt; fixed! Hurrah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click the "scream" link, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Hahah. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-8637049662449346507?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/8637049662449346507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=8637049662449346507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8637049662449346507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8637049662449346507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/imbalance-again.html' title='Imbalance. Again.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-8332340093960163109</id><published>2007-04-08T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:19:13.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Was a Blast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Easter Sunday, everyone!&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soo nice to be alive in the blogging scene once more. :] As you can see, I've changed my layout. It's now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all green and happy&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. The people in my header are my dear high school classmates. Aww. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's only eight of them and they're the BOMB!&lt;/span&gt; :] I  miss those losers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... I wonder why Haloscan refuses to work properly with my new layyie. Sad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. I have to use Blogger's own comment system from now on. Tsk. I also decided to create new more organized blogrolls but they went wacko. I'm officially back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mano-mano&lt;/span&gt; system. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I'll be giving you a glimpse on how our graduation went. Starting with... how I looked. Haha. The black glittery stilettos I bought went perfectly with my dress. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo Helena.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. :] (Pics coming up soon, I hope. Waa. I gotta find my USB cord.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rites started later than 2PM. Tut tut. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe I was marching down this grad aisle for the third time in my young life.&lt;/span&gt; The feeling was oh-so-familiar. I guess my classmates and I were all nervous and excited at the same time 'coz we ended up chattering away. Haha. And yeah... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My daydreams of &lt;a href="http://cherriesandberries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ajan&lt;/a&gt; hanging the Journalist of the Year medal on me didn't take place.&lt;/span&gt; Not that I'm complaining. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guest speaker was an alumnus of AEMSHS Batch '94 and he was easy to listen to. He was light in delivering his speech, playing a game of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess Whose Philosophy In Life This Is&lt;/span&gt;". I actually blushed when he read mine out loud. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never think anyone's better than you and that you are better than everyone else.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang taray&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di ba&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there... since there were only eight of us (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not counting Junbi because the dude broke my heart by not attending that day&lt;/span&gt;- a different story, painful to bring up... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I totally understand him and I love him still&lt;/span&gt;), the shortest graduation rites ended at around 4PM. My mates and our families decided to freshen ourselves at home and meet up at 6 in the Orchid Ballroom of the Garden Orchid Hotel where our afterparty will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherriesandberries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ajan&lt;/a&gt;, being the cute creep that he is, needed extra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lambing&lt;/span&gt; just so I could make him come over the ball. HAHA. He did come with a bouquet of flowers. Weirdo. HAHA! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I also loved-loved-loved everything about that party!&lt;/span&gt; We had a huge batch cake and nine small cakes for each member of our class. We also had a band. And finally, after eons of wishing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my girlfriends and I performed our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;astig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; band skills in front of people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila lang&lt;/span&gt;, actually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got stuck to being the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; pinaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-loser vocalist.&lt;/span&gt; Major absentee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; that's why I didn't have time to practice any of the instruments. Hmpf. Haha. Some of our ex-classmates were there! Kudos to Jacob, JJ, Geno and Louie for attending! Haha. Almost all AEMSHSians were present, too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the faculty was missing, FORTUNATELY&lt;/span&gt;. (Kidding. I still wanted them there.) Where the heck were they? Lost? Phbbbt! &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything was GREAT!&lt;/span&gt; My mates and I even slept over in one of the hotel rooms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sosyal.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Bonding to the max &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;churva eklavu&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To my dear classmates, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATCH 1807&lt;/span&gt;, you guys are the bestest best mates I could ever wish for. I hope that even in distance (e.g. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layo ng&lt;/span&gt; WMSU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; ADZU), we'd continue to love and treasure each other in our unique Batch i8o7 way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga 'tol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-8332340093960163109?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/8332340093960163109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=8332340093960163109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8332340093960163109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8332340093960163109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-was-blast.html' title='The End Was a Blast.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-1160950313454576596</id><published>2007-04-03T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:08:24.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quiet Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blog break for the Holy Week! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be back with tales of my graduation and the awesome episodes after that. Hehe. Not to mention the drama that slowly builds up inside me due to lots of free thinking time. Aww. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok. Gotta scram now kasi I'm getting all warmed up to really blog na. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, everyone! Have a blessed Lent. God bless you all. Muuaaah! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Maybe I'd have a new layout by the time I get back. Wish me luuuck. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-1160950313454576596?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/1160950313454576596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=1160950313454576596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/1160950313454576596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/1160950313454576596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-quiet-time.html' title='Some Quiet Time..'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-5332292816832795928</id><published>2007-03-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:28:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Blues.. And Greens. Hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just updated my "shitty shoutouts" document. Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilang araw na lang at gagradweyt na ako.&lt;/span&gt; Hindi nga ako makapaniwala eh. Ang tanda ko na pala. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos na ang damit ko. Sa Biyernes ko pa makukuha. Hay. Sana naman bumagay sa 'kin. Sayang ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dadats&lt;/span&gt; eh. HAHA. Wala pa akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gusto ko kasi ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;glittery black stilettos&lt;/span&gt;, eh mukhang ayaw ni Mama. BAKIT?! :[ Nakuha ko na rin ang hiniram kong toga. Sa iskul kasi namin, pasahan lang ng toga mula sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alumni&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; 'no? Hehe. Di pa rin pala ako desidido sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hairstyle ko&lt;/span&gt;. Haaay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; na ako!&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una at huling praktis namin sa Summit Centre bukas. Ayaw nga sana namin na dun gawin ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grad&lt;/span&gt; pero okey na lang rin. Ang importante may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grad ball&lt;/span&gt; kami. HAHA. Yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;grad ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kami pagkatapos ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;commencement proper&lt;/span&gt;. Lusob papuntang Garden Orchid Hotel ang drama namin. May kainan, banda, sayawan. Saya. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of graduation&lt;/span&gt;, medyo hati ako ngayon. Parang puno kasi ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sked&lt;/span&gt; ko sa Biyernes. May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dance practice&lt;/span&gt; ata kami. Tapos kailangan ko na rin magpraktis sa banda! Waa. :[ Pagkatapos nun, punta sa Rozen's (ngayon ko lang na-realize na combi pala ng names nina Tito Bert at Auntie Zeny ang name ng shop nila. Sweet.) para i-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt; ang damit. Tapos, eto na.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May dalawang taong nag-iimbita sa 'kin sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;grad parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nila.&lt;/span&gt; Magkaklase pa sila. HAHA. Pareho ko rin silang kaibigan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Di ko alam kung saan ako pupunta.&lt;/span&gt; :[At ang tanong: Payagan kaya ako nina Mama? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of&lt;/span&gt; payag &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dito na lang raw ako mag-aaral&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa Ateneo de Zamboanga University na ako&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final&lt;/span&gt; na. Haaay. Pero okey lang sa 'kin. Tama sila, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sayang ang scholarship ko&lt;/span&gt;. At saka marami pa atang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; ko kaya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kailangan ko rin maging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; considerate&lt;/span&gt;. Ayos lang rin naman sa 'kin na dito lang ako. Mas komportable pa ang buhay. Hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero baka lilipat rin ako pag Second Year na.&lt;/span&gt; Sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silliman University, Dumaguete City&lt;/span&gt; na. Sana nga matuloy. Gusto ko kasi talaga dun eh. Please lang po, Lord. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solved&lt;/span&gt; na ang isang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prob&lt;/span&gt; ko. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choice course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; na lang ang dapat isipin.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Hmm. Dapat ipangako muna ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; ko na lilipat ako sa Silliman. Kasi kung ganun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh di kukuha ako ng BS Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. Hati kasi ako &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; AB at BS Psych. Pero kung tuloy man ang lipat, BS na lang talaga kunin ko. Wala kasing AB sa SU. Hehe. At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safer&lt;/span&gt; na rin siguro pag BS. Kung mag-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;law or medicine&lt;/span&gt; man, pwede pa rin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyos meh! Ni di pa nga ako nakaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt;, kung anu-ano na naiisip ko. Hehe. O siya, babay muna. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-5332292816832795928?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/5332292816832795928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=5332292816832795928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5332292816832795928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5332292816832795928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/03/grad-blues-and-greens-hehe.html' title='Grad Blues.. And Greens. Hehe.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-124488226663734492</id><published>2007-03-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:10:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effin' Lonely. What Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suddenly, I'm alive and I feel the need to write down everything I feel. But not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I so hate stress.&lt;/span&gt; Why? Because.. one thing always leads to another. And in my case, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stresses always lead to frustration and later on, depression&lt;/span&gt;. ): It's a complex self issue. I'd rather not talk about the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I badly need professional psychiatric help right now.&lt;/span&gt; I can rant all on my own (which, as of now, is the next best thing) but sometimes, it's just good to know that there's someone present to hear all your bad-day drama. Even if that someone just nods occasionally and asks "And how do you feel about that?". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel so effin' lonely.&lt;/span&gt; No one to hear me out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one to hug me when I'm scared&lt;/span&gt;, no one to watch over me-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a sad realm of loneliness that consumes me whole. And fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do now? Where to go after? When to stop? Who to call first? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clueless. &lt;/span&gt;Pointless, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt; It just has to. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-124488226663734492?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/124488226663734492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=124488226663734492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/124488226663734492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/124488226663734492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/03/effin-lonely-what-now.html' title='Effin&apos; Lonely. What Now?'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-6381608330396702346</id><published>2007-03-15T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:31:59.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutty Professor Had a Nutty Student-- Me. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time I blogged this day. And I've got a good feeling that there'll be a fourth. Oh well.. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said on my MySpace blog (which I used after eons due to Blogger's stubbornness earlier in the day), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO TIRED.&lt;/span&gt; I feel so drained for having to deal with so much stuff during the past few days. Finals, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge pile of projects and requirements&lt;/span&gt;, countless OTs at school for the Chem lab work, almost-late-night go home sked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;staying up until the wee hours of dawn to read&lt;/span&gt; (I loved studying for the second day of exams, though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Econ rocks my socks&lt;/span&gt;.), attending to this and that thing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spending eye-blinding hours in front of the computer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fighting the urge to get into a coma and sleep for an entire week&lt;/span&gt;, feeling all zombie-like due to lack of rest, eating anything my hand grabs just so I can comfort myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying not to think of the ugly effects of comfort food&lt;/span&gt;, getting BIGGER zits here and there-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T YOU TELL HOW TIRING THIS IS? &lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my Alma Mater. But for once, allow me to say how happy I am to finally get out of the hellhole this March 31. Yeah, it's the best hellhole one can ever be in. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Zit hurts.&lt;/span&gt;  (HAHA. I took the liberty of referring to it as a sort of person. It has an identity after all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it TALKS.&lt;/span&gt;) Huge Zit just below the curl of my lower lip. Bad Zit, bad Zit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go away, Zit. &lt;/span&gt;Please. ,vv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh.. Yesterday, I downloaded &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Imago&lt;/span&gt;. And I've been playing it for 90 times or so now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Makes me terribly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; miss HIM. &lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog break's over. Gotta get back to that T-Test (which, in my opinion, might actually mean Torture Test, considering the splitting headache I have right now). Wait for my next post. Bwahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graduation is NOT a smooth exit from high school&lt;/span&gt;. Especially if you're enrolled in mine. Phbbt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's gone whacko these past two HELL weeks.&lt;/span&gt; I'm actually cramming right now. (This is my definition of cramming: Wanting to get real busy but for some unknown, and possibly pathetic, reason, I can't because my brain refuses to process things SERIOUSLY.) Hmpf. I'm supposed to really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;get back to my work, but what? I'm blogging. I hate me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the exams are over. Except for Computer, that is. Eek. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And today's Last-Submission-of-Requirements Day, which is why (obviously) I'm "pretending" to rush.&lt;/span&gt; Which, I figured, is bad. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE, I tell you!&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA. Read that while pretending to be an overdramatic stage actor. Or Josh Peck. It's funny.) The clock's ticking and I'm still stuck in Clueless Land. Ugh. Someone build a black hole and suck me in. Waaaaa. Or dig up a hole where I can go through and end up in Africa. Ma'am Cinches will never find me there. She'll be busy selling her fertilizers to African farmers (if there are) to notice me wander about. Oh, please. ,vv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I sound nutty or was that just my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; brain talking?&lt;/span&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doomed, I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doomed.&lt;/span&gt; ,vv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-6381608330396702346?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/6381608330396702346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=6381608330396702346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6381608330396702346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6381608330396702346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/03/nutty-professor-had-nutty-student-me.html' title='The Nutty Professor Had a Nutty Student-- Me. :)'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-2168102179723557522</id><published>2007-02-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:03:13.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick post. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;reyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;na 'to, mga 'tol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things happened. i'll find time and inspiration to squeeze them all in on my next posts. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. and right now, i'm trying to work on a new layyie. wee. it's time that i get tired of this semi-emo life-before-things-got-really-ok skin. wee. exciting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another important thing to blog about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS MIO DEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ADRIAN SAAVEDRA URO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to you guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ehem. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's one of the ten, ermm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; most outstanding students of zamboanga city.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talaga ako sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; my self-proclaimed trophy boyfriend. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sige na lang&lt;/span&gt;. lol. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, DEE. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee. happy happy life. more reasons to live, more reasons to blog. but right now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehemSOMEONEehem&lt;/span&gt; is giving me reasons to sleep. hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para abla&lt;/span&gt;.. :) God bless, people! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-2168102179723557522?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/2168102179723557522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=2168102179723557522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/2168102179723557522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/2168102179723557522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/02/quick-post.html' title='quick post. :)'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-3198181065436052161</id><published>2007-01-19T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:44:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kabaliwan. *bow*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Natatawa ako. Hi-hi-hi-hi. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pa'no ba naman kasi. Naisipan kong halungkatin ang magulo kong My Documents folder. Naging busy kasi ako lately kaya hindi umandar ang pagiging OC ko sa file folders, etc. Habang nagdi-delete ako ng mga walang kwentang bagay, na-spot ko ang isang Word document na me title na &lt;strong&gt;"shitty sh0ut0uts"&lt;/strong&gt;. Napangiti ako syempre. Alam na alam ko kung ano'ng nasa file na yun. Haha. Para siyang blog na unpublished. Halos araw-araw nga akong nagsusulat dati dun eh. Yun kasi ang emo outlet ko. &lt;strong&gt;Dun ko nilalabas lahat ng ka-emohan ko sa lab na yan. &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nakakatawa siya basahin. Full of angst and what-nots. &lt;strong&gt;Grabe, ganun ba talaga ako ka-frustrated that time? &lt;/strong&gt;Take note, pure english posts lang ang nandun. &lt;strong&gt;Ang galing ko palang umemo.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. At ang mga linya ko, whew! Tagos! Haha. Nakakaaliw. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero hindi ko na nga yun na-update. Naging busy kasi ako. &lt;strong&gt;Saka, nawalan na ako ng dahilan para gumawa ng "shitty shoutouts" eh. Ang ganda na lang kaya ng mundo. ^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wala lang. Wala kasi akong maisip na topic eh. Kaya eto, ni-reveal ko na lang ang isa sa mga embarrassing stuff na kini-keep ko. Hindi ko talaga idi-delete yun. Malay ko, ma-upgrade yun pag nagkalabuan na naman kame ng mundo. Haha. Answit! &lt;strong&gt;Mundo Ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Labo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eto, iinclude ko ang ilan sa mga *giggles* tagos kong linya. Haha. Bite me. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels as though he’s watching me from the inside out, reading my innermost thoughts and laughing them off. How dumb he must think I am. Fine, I am stupid. Really stupid for even writing about you. Ha-ha-ha. This isn’t even amusing me in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I can do so much better than look at you in that &lt;strong&gt;I-wanna-scream-I-heart-you&lt;/strong&gt; way that I so don’t mean to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna slap you hard and tell you to &lt;strong&gt;quit making me feel this effin’ cheesiness that I secretly enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know which is which in my case. It doesn’t really even matter that much. (Ha, liar!) They’re just stupid songs, is all. Really stupid songs that stupefied me in my previous lifetime. &lt;strong&gt;Really stupid songs that still get through my stupid heart.&lt;/strong&gt; I am so stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m tired. I seriously give up. I’m not going to lead you on or make you believe I’m all ready or any of that shit. I am still the “friend” Marchie and nothing more. But as always, &lt;strong&gt;I’m not closing my doors on you. I never had and I never will.&lt;/strong&gt; But for the record, I’m tired. Maybe it’s time that you do all the thinking. I’m on hiatus for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s really starting to get funny. I mean, I enjoy being his “friend”. Congrats, man! Keep it up and I’ll be walking out on your love proposals from now on. Mark my word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, I think he just asked me out. A friendly date kuno, accordingly. And I said yes. But not that yes. Just the yes-yes. I’m still following my list, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine. I’m not jealous because I think they’re already sharing something “special” between them or any of that crap. (But really, sometimes I wish they did so I’d have a reason to be fucking alone and die.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was happy for the last couple of days. All because of the fact that &lt;strong&gt;I got to see him&lt;/strong&gt;. I even got to &lt;strong&gt;talk to him for a minute or so&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow. &lt;strong&gt;Heaven.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why did I have to say those things? They aren’t all that important, anyway. Adrian wouldn’t care about how I’d feel. He wouldn’t give a damn about this whole thing. He wouldn’t… need me back. I just know. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wah! Kahiya, bigtime! *BLUSH* Pero after ng last line na yan, hindi na ako nag-emo post. Hehe. Wala nang dahilan eh. Hindi na malabo. Hindi na magulo. &lt;strong&gt;Mahal ko siya at mahal niya ako.&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-3198181065436052161?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/3198181065436052161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=3198181065436052161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/3198181065436052161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/3198181065436052161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2007/01/kabaliwan-bow.html' title='kabaliwan. *bow*'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-495573117396435294</id><published>2006-12-11T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:19:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*the post speaks for itself.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am so unbelievably happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ULTRAELECTROMAGNETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUPERCALIFRAGILISTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ISTHISREALLYHAPPENINGTOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kilig! uyy.. hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-495573117396435294?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/495573117396435294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=495573117396435294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/495573117396435294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/495573117396435294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-so-unbelievably-happy.html' title='*the post speaks for itself.*'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-93642362038326284</id><published>2006-11-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:32:38.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sharona.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;November. &lt;strong&gt;My I-am-gonna-be-so-fat-please-stop-feeding-me month.&lt;/strong&gt; Birthdays are everywhere. Food is everywhere. Classmates who constantly tempt you to eat are everywhere. Gad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 22 was Geno's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; Even though he goes to another school now, &lt;strong&gt;he still invited our batch over.&lt;/strong&gt; Aww... How sweet. (: The food was scrumptuous. Yum yum. But I got to control myself somehow. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 24 (today) is &lt;a href="http://debbie-go-lucky.blogspot.com"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; Wee! Got to scream my lungs out on the videoke pieces courtesy of Magec Seng- err, Magic Sing. Hehe. &lt;strong&gt;Geno is now my bitch!&lt;/strong&gt; I love him to bits! Haha. We kept on playing old songs and sang duets. I can't believe how hyper I got. Maygad. &lt;strong&gt;It's the gin's fault!&lt;/strong&gt; I only drank three to four glasses of punch and my head started to ache like hell. Not that I'm sensitive or anything. Or am I sensitive? Nevertheless, I became über energetic. I giggled like some schoolgirl. And I became red-faced. Really red-faced. I&lt;strong&gt; was a giggly red-faced booby.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But t'was really really fun. Haha. Geno and I should hang out more often with the Magic Sing in hand. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-m-m-my Sharona!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school's gonna provide us with PhP 1,500 for our Dapitan trip. Whew. Now I only have to add 200 pesos and my pocket money. =) &lt;strong&gt;I am so excited to get on that bus.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. But I think I'm forgetting my real purpose in going there- to compete for the Feature Writing category of the Regional Schools Press Conference. I hope I do good. The national round is going to be held in Baguio. Now that's good motivation. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still a bit lightheaded from that punch.&lt;/strong&gt; Argh. But the fun was definitely worth it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-93642362038326284?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/93642362038326284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=93642362038326284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/93642362038326284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/93642362038326284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-sharona.html' title='my sharona.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-5488202041579323562</id><published>2006-11-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:57:01.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates kuno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not too good, not too good. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache, nausea, dizziness. &lt;strong&gt;I think my eyesight's failing.&lt;/strong&gt; I could be wrong. But oh, stop the blur from occurring. &lt;strong&gt;I am so pissed at having to blink two-three times just to make sure that I see what I see.&lt;/strong&gt; Ugh. Eyeball exchange, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking for another science investigatory project. Why? It'll be my, along with my five other classmates, "punishment" for not being able to join this year's Intel Science Fair. *cicada sounds* &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, our Research adviser is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; evil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so off to Dapitan on Monday.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't wait to get away from traces of school. Yey! Road trip galore! But we're leaving at night. Aww.. &lt;em&gt;Sayang.&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to sight-see because it'll be my second ever road trip to another province and a different destination at that. Tsk. But still very excited! Wee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Napaka-senseless ng post na yun. Wala lang. Updates kuno lang. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA ADRIAN!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Yeah, si Tao #2 nga ang umuwi nung isang araw. Wee! HAHA. Funny tayo. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unproductive. Hug me. o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-5488202041579323562?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/5488202041579323562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=5488202041579323562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5488202041579323562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/5488202041579323562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates-kuno.html' title='updates kuno.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-6368797806301792926</id><published>2006-11-19T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:31:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magec seng.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People have been talking about it for days. They placed their bets on who's getting who in the Pacquiao-Morales Grand Finale. I, personally, am rooting for Pacman. Not because I like him or what- &lt;strong&gt;it's just all about being Pinoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the news, &lt;strong&gt;I've sensed that Manny will win the thing.&lt;/strong&gt; C'mon. El Terrible doesn't look his best anymore. Too thin, too weak-looking, too I-am-so-tired-from-training aura in his eyes. It seems like whoever's coaching him is giving him such a hard time, putting him up for training that might not be necessary for the fight. What a pity. &lt;strong&gt;But he's still so &lt;em&gt;muy bunito&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment of truth came. I was asleep. HAHA. My brother channel-surfed his way to the actual live feed which was on Solar All-Access. The ones being shown on ABS-CBN and Solar Sports were eons behind. He bursted out of his room, waking me up, and half-yelled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya gana si Manny. Hasta ika-tres round lang si Morales."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Nanalo si Manny. Hanggang ikatlong round lang si Morales.) He was going about the living room, switching our TV on so we could watch the live feed, too. And yes, there was Pacman being interviewed by some sportscaster. The glory in his eyes, man. &lt;strong&gt;Priceless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was Erik? Oh, there. He looked so sad. And so cute. And so sad. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing seeped into me, I realized how many more endorsements will Manny be handling. Gad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Magec seng, magec seng.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Hand me my blindfold and earplugs, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yey! It's Sunday! That means he'll be coming home hours from now. Hurrah! ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-6368797806301792926?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/6368797806301792926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=6368797806301792926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6368797806301792926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/6368797806301792926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/magec-seng.html' title='magec seng.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-723390417391165401</id><published>2006-11-13T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:22:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living on an alias. or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Been kinda busy lately. Filled up college forms, took entrance tests, passed certain requirements, &lt;strong&gt;made sure I was still insanely happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Hay. Busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So there I was, waiting for my Mama to lay my precious birth certificate on my excited little hands. T'was my first time to actually see my certificate of live birth. The photocopied piece of paper felt hot as I started to unfold. One, two, three...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the...?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Edding, Mariekhan, Sarte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*blink blink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mariekhan? Mariekhan. Mariekhan! &lt;strong&gt;MARIEKHAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, my first name in my birth certificate is spelled as &lt;strong&gt;one word only&lt;/strong&gt;. I am not really Marie Khan. &lt;strong&gt;I am Mariekhan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*pause*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I've been living on an alias for 16 years now? How cool. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Took the college entrance tests for Ateneo de Zamboanga University and Western Mindanao State University last Saturday and Sunday. Not that I plan to enroll in either of them. I just took them for the sake of taking. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ADZU's test was fine. I actually felt a twinge of guilt because the way I answered the survey on the last page made it sound like I don't really want to be in that institution (which is true, btw). And just this afternoon, my Social Science teacher told us that the admins of ADZU really feel honored whenever us AEMSHS students enroll in their school. Oops. &lt;strong&gt;I should've sucked up to that survey. &lt;/strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;WMSU's test was long. Gad. And the proctor didn't do his job so well. We had to delay for ten-plus minutes because of his wrong distribution of exam kits. But the supervisor was a spectacle, though. She amused me through her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ako'y-naha-highblood-na-sa-inyo&lt;/em&gt; aura&lt;/strong&gt;. I had to stifle this really big popping laugh towards the end of the exam session. Haha. If you were there, you'd know what I'm talking about. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*sigh* And I realized some emo thing just now. Ugh. I feel semi-depressed. Don't let it win, Mars. Don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I'm still quite happy, though. &lt;strong&gt;I'm his first thing. ^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-723390417391165401?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/723390417391165401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=723390417391165401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/723390417391165401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/723390417391165401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-on-alias-or-not.html' title='living on an alias. or not.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-3214657452566524240</id><published>2006-11-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:04:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just a kid. and so is my teacher. and my principal, too. *rotflmao*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Totally reminiscing high school &lt;em&gt;churvas&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last year, people at my school became somewhat hooked to &lt;strong&gt;Sims.&lt;/strong&gt; You know, that computer game wherein you build fancy multi-million houses, earn tons of money without really working, make profits with housing and what-nots, and take control of simulated humans (thus, Sims) whose conversations sound like "&lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt;" in singsong. I would spot my schoolmates meeting up in hallways to exchange installers, keeping each other updated on the latest versions and stuff. They would brag about what they've accomplished for their dear character that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Wow! Ang ganda na ng bahay niyo, ate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Syempre. Sige, bigay ko sa 'yo mamaya ang cheats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's amusing is that the members of our faculty also went gaga over the game. &lt;strong&gt;Even our dear principal played Sims! &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. I would sometimes go to the faculty room and judge my teachers' busyness through their concentrated-over-whatever-I'm-doing look. But when I take a peek on what they're clicking on their laptops, I just snicker. &lt;strong&gt;They were all playing Sims during their free time. &lt;/strong&gt;Talk about all work and no play. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation of games are not allowed in our class computers. But due to the mania that even our teachers are part of, they allowed Sims in our PCs. The seniors' room last year (now ours) was an official Sims station. Since only three students reside in that room, all of which are busy, what better way to make use of the space and computer but Sims? &lt;strong&gt;I can almost always guess that when I pass by, I'd see my Physics teacher and principal glued to the seat in front of that PC.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Di ba Physics time na? Wala pa man si Ma'am Leonor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Uy. Try niyo ba tignan sa kabila." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;tingin sa kabila*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Knock knock. Ma'am, hindi kayo mag-meet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ay, oo. Time ya gale. Na. Yan loka yo na Sims."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ay, oo. Time na pala. Na. Naloka ako sa Sims.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Kita niyo si Ma'am Ruby&lt;/span&gt; (principal&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;? Ipa-sign ko sana ang letter para sa DOST."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Hindi eh. Uy classmates, nakita niyo raw si Ma'am Ruby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Andun sa kabila. Kagagaling ko lang dun. Grabe! Naiinis si Ma'am sa babaeng character niya kasi flirty daw talaga sa lalake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ganun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Oo ba. Guess niyo daw ang pangalan ng characters."&lt;/span&gt; *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Uhm. Ewan. Ano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ruby at Charlie&lt;/span&gt; (asawa niya)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha. Those were the days. &lt;strong&gt;Did I learn anything? Hell, yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;MA graduates can be very amusing, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Napaka-passionate ng teachers namin sa ginagawa nila. With matching facial expressions pa ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sims sharpens the physicist's mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possessive pala si Ma'am Ruby. ^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS. Haha. Ansama ko. Lagot ako neto. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-3214657452566524240?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/3214657452566524240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=3214657452566524240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/3214657452566524240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/3214657452566524240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-just-kid-and-so-is-my-teacher-and-my.html' title='i&apos;m just a kid. and so is my teacher. and my principal, too. *rotflmao*'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-8523630613332552386</id><published>2006-11-07T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:33:35.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my december.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And so I'm back from outerspace. ^__^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Teka. Gusto ko mag-Tagalog. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang last post ay nung ika-20 pa ng Oktubre. Lungkot naman. Hehe. Nobyembre na! Sabi ng DJ apatnapu't walong araw na lang raw bago mag-Pasko. Naka. &lt;strong&gt;Bilis naman ng takbo ng panahon.&lt;/strong&gt; Nakakatakot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ano'ng bago? Madami! Kaso, tinatamad na 'kong balikan at isa-isahin pa. &lt;strong&gt;Pero syempre di ko limot ang araw na yun. At ang mga sumunod pang araw. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alam niyo ba na ayoko ng Disyembre?&lt;/strong&gt; Seryoso. Hindi ako sigurado kung baket, pero tingin ko ito yung panahon kung kelan lahat ng nakakalungkot na bagay ay nakikipaghabulan sa 'yo. Para bang gusto ka nilang tirahin bago magtapos ang taon. Di ko alam senyo, pero ganun kasi ang laging nangyayari saken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nagsimula ata lahat nung nasa ika-anim na baitang na 'ko sa mababang paaralan. Alalang-alala ko ang petsa-- December 19, 2002. Christmas Party namin nun. Syempre, nakaporma kameng lahat. Me mga laro, pagkain, kantahan, sayawan, bigayan ng regalo. Pagkatapos kumain, kinuha namin ang yelo sa cooler tas naghabulan at batuhan kame. Masaya talaga yun. Yun din ang araw na *ehem*. Wag na lang. Pero ang inakala kong masayang araw, nauwi sa isa sa mga pinakamalulungkot na pangyayari. Pagkauwi namin ng nanay ko, nag-ring agad ang telepono. Nakakagulat. Nakakakaba. &lt;strong&gt;Tama ang kutob ko-- wala na raw si Auntie Angie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nagwala si Mama habang kausap niya sa telepono ang kamag-anak namin. Hindi ko man narinig ang pag-uusap, naramdaman ko ang bigat ng sandaling yun. Hindi na naibaba ni Mama ang telepono, nanghina na siya. Ako naman ay nag-panic-- baka kasi atakihin ang nanay ko ng asthma niya. &lt;strong&gt;Tumakbo ako para yakapin siya. Nagyakapan kame habang nag-iiyakan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isipin niyo na lang kung pano kame nag-Pasko nun. &lt;strong&gt;Masaya pero pilit.&lt;/strong&gt; Umiiyak at hindi dahil sa tuwa. Tumatawa pero nasasaktan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nung sumunod na taon, puro awayan naman sa bahay.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang gulo, ang ingay! Daig pa nila ang mga sintunadong bata na nangangaroling. Daig pa nila ang mga paputok ng mga excited na tao. Daig pa nila ang lahat ng klaseng ingay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Second Year. Umatake na naman ang kagagahan ko. &lt;strong&gt;Hinding-hindi na ako magkakagusto sa Atenista.&lt;/strong&gt; Sana naisip ko yan sa mga panahong yun. Sana hindi ako naiinis ngayon pag naaalala ko. Bwiset. Ang kapal ng mukha mo 'tol! Pero kasalanan ko rin. Di ko naman masyadong kilala yun, eh nagtiwala ako. Gaga nga diba? Hay. &lt;strong&gt;Sana magbagong-buhay ka na, Coye.&lt;/strong&gt; Kawawa naman ang mga babae mo. Hindi nila alam na me kahati sila. Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Disyembre 2005. Hindi ko maintindihan nung una. So all this time pala naglolokohan tayo? Sa &lt;strong&gt;totoo lang, di ko pa rin masyadong naiintindihan ngayon.&lt;/strong&gt; Mas ginusto kasi niyang manahimik at iwan na lang lahat na nakabitin. Sa bagay, ano'ng karapatan kong magreklamo? &lt;strong&gt;Ako lang 'to eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nagkasaket rin ako nung panahon na yun. Inatake ng asthma dahil nag-away kami ni.. (ibang tao) Lungkot. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko akalain na isang semi-stranger ay pwedeng magkaroon ng ganung impact sa buhay mo. &lt;/strong&gt;Yun bang feeling mo katapusan na ng mundo kasi nag-away keo. Hirap huminga. Hirap tumawa nang di pilit. Hirap kontrolin ang pag-iyak sa eskwela at Harry's. &lt;strong&gt;Papasok ka sa kwarto pag gabi at hihintayin mong tugtugin nila ang "Blind" ng Lifehouse tas hihiga ka sa sahig at iiyak.&lt;/strong&gt; Madrama? &lt;em&gt;You have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero naging okey rin naman ang lahat. Bumawi si Tao #2. &lt;strong&gt;At napasaya niya ako kea hindi ko na naisip ang mga nangyari ke Tao #1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ngayong taon kea? Sana naman mas masaya. Nakakapagod magmukmok pag lahat naman ng tao nagpapakasaya. &lt;strong&gt;Aabangan ko na lan. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-8523630613332552386?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/8523630613332552386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=8523630613332552386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8523630613332552386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/8523630613332552386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-my-december.html' title='this is my december.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-994203909610279678</id><published>2006-10-20T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T08:58:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't you see i want you by the way i push you away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LSS: Tangled Up in Me - Skye Sweetnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the song stuck in my head right now. I've no idea how or why, but it just is. Now the song made me realize a couple of things I usually do. &lt;strong&gt;And I know those are the same things that other girls have done, are doing, and will probably do in the foreseeable future.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll struggle to explain and share what I *ehem* know and do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(some lines are taken out because they are only repetitions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna know more, more, more about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the girl who's kicking the coke machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one that's honking at you cuz I left late again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mix the words up with the actions do it all for your reaction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get tangled up in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna know more, more, more about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta know reverse psychology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the reason why you can't get to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the girl you never get just quite what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think that you know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think that I'm only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna know more, more, more about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the girl that's sweeping you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;See? I mean, let's face it girls. We really tend to be vague at times. &lt;strong&gt;Not just tend, we even &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; to be vague.&lt;/strong&gt; We would purposefully hold back what we truly feel and this confuses the members of the opposite sex. &lt;strong&gt;When asked about relationship-related stuff, we give answers one second then take them back the next.&lt;/strong&gt; We send out wrong signals. We like guys but we push them away. &lt;strong&gt;We mean to say sweet nothings but we end up saying nothing at all-- which isn't very sweet, by the way.&lt;/strong&gt; Our insides are itching to tell those guys that we heart them, but what? &lt;strong&gt;We avoid confrontations.&lt;/strong&gt; Weird, weird, weird. And to think that we are fully aware of such crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away? .. Gotta know reverse psychology. .. When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Those are my fave lines. And for me, they are the ones that really reflect what we imply when we do what we do. In my personal opinion and experience, I push guys away for two reasons-- &lt;strong&gt;to keep the "thing" from happening and to see how much they're into me&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;kapal!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former is really all about "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kung kame talaga, eh di kame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Pushing people away is usually done to cut short something that might cause pain in the long run. (e.g. avoiding future hurts from a relationship). Most girls actually push guys away because they're scared of getting into something that's too risky. &lt;strong&gt;But in reality, they wait for the guys to make their comebacks.&lt;/strong&gt; Now if the guy is that serious, he'll definitely return with more effort and assurance. It's now up to the girl's "security level". Will she give in or push all over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really get it now that I thought of it. What if both parties believe in "&lt;em&gt;kung kame talaga, eh di kame&lt;/em&gt;"? Then both of them would be waiting for the other to make "the move". Both of them would let things be and let "destiny" run the rest of their lives. Where does happy ending fit in this kind of picture then? I. Don't. Know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, girls definitely like guys to be "sensitive". They want their guys to know them enough to distinguish what is real and not. &lt;strong&gt;It's like claiming you're ok and then this guy looks you in the eye and says, "Tell me the truth".&lt;/strong&gt; When girls say/do things opposite from what they mean to, they want guys to know "&lt;strong&gt;reverse psychology&lt;/strong&gt;". I don't really know why I do it-- saying/doing the wrong thing on purpose, that is. Hmm... probably because I don't want to be too obvious or that I'm too shy/scared/worried of admitting my true feelings. (Eew. This is really starting to get shitty.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that some guys actually find the &lt;em&gt;magulo-ness&lt;/em&gt; of girls cute. It's like adding more fun and spice in the whole process of falling in love. And the more that they do not understand, the more they find themselves getting into these girls. As for the ladies, I think that each one of us don't mean to be evil when we torture these gents. It's just that some things are better off implicit. Who would want to further complicate something that's complex enough on its own, right? &lt;strong&gt;We just hide because we want to feel the magic of being found.&lt;/strong&gt; Am I right or am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'm gonna cut this short. It's too complicated to put down in words. I, myself, am lost for words. Did I confuse you more? Sorry! &lt;strong&gt;I even succeeded in confusing myself.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. There's really nothing I could do to make everyone understand both sides. And I'm kinda glad that that's the case. &lt;strong&gt;Love is too beautiful a thing for analyzation, after all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One thing is for sure, though. &lt;strong&gt;Guys and girls both go to the extremes just so they could get tangled up in each other.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be damned if I'm not guilty of this one. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-994203909610279678?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/994203909610279678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=994203909610279678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/994203909610279678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/994203909610279678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-you-see-i-want-you-by-way-i-push.html' title='can&apos;t you see i want you by the way i push you away?'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-116073726884690965</id><published>2006-10-13T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to ira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Little &lt;strong&gt;Ira Santos&lt;/strong&gt; has always been a bundle of joy to me during my years at Bethany. He was Teacher Enang and Teacher George's son-- their only son. Very cute and smart at a young age, no wonder he was &lt;strong&gt;everyone's favorite&lt;/strong&gt;. Students from different levels would run to him every afternoon, asking him questions which he would answer in his pretty little boy manner. I was always one of those students. I would go to little Ira while he's riding his bike or taking a sip from his feeding bottle, talking to him and finding myself smiling back at his cute childish laugh. Yes, he was &lt;strong&gt;every bit of an angel&lt;/strong&gt;. And people just can't seem to get enough of this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon graduated from grade school and transferred. I never got to see Ira again. And what's more heartbreaking is that I'll never get the chance to do so ever-- &lt;strong&gt;my little Ira passed away last week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had no idea whatsoever at first, though I was told by a classmate of mine that one of my grade school teachers' child died. Having no phone and losing all my elementary contacts, I didn't know who or how to ask. I also wasn't able to go online because I got sick. But just yesterday, when I decided to check on my mail, I saw this bulletin of Nina's on Friendster saying that she read Ralph's (another batchmate of mine) post on "the great loss" of Teacher Enang and Teacher George. Apparently, Nina doesn't have any idea on what happened (after all, her family migrated to the US). But I... I was more than just shocked. It all became clear to me suddenly. But I refused to believe. No, I don't want to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked for Ralph's post and true enough, the message was there. &lt;strong&gt;Teacher Enang and Teacher George's great loss.&lt;/strong&gt; I remember staring blankly at the computer screen for a couple of seconds. Afterwards, I just cried. I cried because I felt sorry for my dear teachers. I cried because I wasn't able to visit his wake. I cried because I wasn't able to attend the funeral (which was the same day that I actually learned it was Ira). I cried because I wasn't able to see Ira again after elementary. I cried because he was too young to be taken away. I just cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that everything has a purpose. From the start, God had planned out Ira's life. He sent Ira into this world to deliver a message-- that of &lt;strong&gt;faith and finding joy in simple things&lt;/strong&gt;, a message that my little angel Ira embodied so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my little Ira, I know that &lt;strong&gt;Heaven is where little angels like you belong&lt;/strong&gt;. I also know that you are &lt;strong&gt;much safer and happier resting in God's arms&lt;/strong&gt;. Your memory will forever dwell in our hearts. We will miss you little Ira.&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-116073726884690965?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/116073726884690965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=116073726884690965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116073726884690965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116073726884690965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/10/tribute-to-ira.html' title='a tribute to ira.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-116023173692548097</id><published>2006-10-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. my. God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when we thought that the decision of not joining this year's speech choir competition is final, Kuya Mark showed up. (yesterday, Friday, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA MARK SHOWED UP. OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days for practice? &lt;strong&gt;Game.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that same day that he did show up, we finished the choreography for the entire piece. It took us 3 hours or so. &lt;strong&gt;3 HOURS OR SO. OH. MY. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that begins the story of &lt;strong&gt;"My Amazingly Big Muscle-strained Calves"&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh. My calves hurt like &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, my whole body hurts, just not as "hellish" as my calves do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. Main goal: &lt;strong&gt;Bag the champion's spot in the competition.&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another sweet note, lunchbreak today has never been more fun. While waiting for the faculty members to settle matters about our practice space, we (&lt;a href="http://debbie-go-lucky.blogspot.com"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;, Vean, Zahra, and partly Kym) indulged ourselves in Kuya Mark's colorful fun-filled stories. =) It was really awesome talking to him about random stuff. His experiences, being gay (and proud, for that matter!), college, his being the production designer of my brother's film, BOYS! – &lt;strong&gt;everything was fun, fun, fun!&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* And I just realized that we'll no longer see him next year and the years to come. At least we do share a bit of a bond now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic shift. I'm home alone now. Mama, Daddy and Kaka Mimin all went to the "Mega Concert". Yea, the one that Sharon Cuneta's on. *sigh* I wish I could see geeky Christian Bautista. He's such a geek and I love him. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Dreamland in a bit. &lt;em&gt;So tired.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Must sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. We'll be having our dress rehearsal tomorrow. Gotta lay my hands on those costumes! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I want to go to town. I want to get my mind off things. Maybe I will after the practice. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-116023173692548097?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/116023173692548097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=116023173692548097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116023173692548097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116023173692548097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-god.html' title='oh. my. God.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-116001662359916220</id><published>2006-10-04T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boring and exciting irony-filled world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, a chance to post the crazy madness running through this so-called brain of mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO UNWANTED GUESTS. AND ANOTHER ONE ON ITS WAY.&lt;/strong&gt; Typhoons &lt;em&gt;Milenyo&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Neneng&lt;/em&gt; have succeeded in making every Filipino's life miserable. Nonstop heavy rains and winds causing uncomfortable power interruptions really made my day(s), thank you very much. But I don't hold it much against the electric company. After all, things can't always be zapped back to the way they were. Nor am I blaming "nature" for taking its course. It always happens during this time of the year so there's nothing to be surprised of. The good thing is that &lt;em&gt;Neneng's&lt;/em&gt; finally exiting the Philippine Area of Responsibility. Bad news: Another tropical depression is building up somewhere in the southern area. *groan* This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAINFREEZE! &lt;/strong&gt;Last Tuesday, I passionately made ice cream at &lt;a href="http://debbie-go-lucky.blogspot.com"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;'s. ["passionately" is such a strong word. But really, that's the way I worked. Haha.] From our estimated production of 400 cups, the results slapped us hard with only 125. [&lt;em&gt;Tama ba&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://debbie-go-lucky.blogspot.com"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;?] Yea, it didn't even reach half of our estimates. Haha. But it was fun, though. &lt;em&gt;Feeling expert ang lola&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. We weren't able to sell them at the fair yet due to the excessive brownouts, but we're getting there. =) &lt;em&gt;Tara, bili kayo! Bagay na bagay ang&lt;/em&gt; product &lt;em&gt;namin sa&lt;/em&gt; weather! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAYA ALMOST &lt;a title="jaya's funniest pic ever! *r0flma0*" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/1600/M%20scared..Jaya.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/200/M%20scared..Jaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MA&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/1600/M%20scared..Jaya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DE IT TO THE NEWS! &lt;/strong&gt;Jaya (Sashimika), our cute Pekingese, almost drowned. I don't know the whole story since I spent the night at &lt;a href="http://debbie-go-lucky.blogspot.com"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;'s but when I got home, our house's floor was wet. Yea, WET. Apparently, some pipe's unfixed so the water from the backside of our house started to get in through our bathroom. [I don't really know how. Haven't taken lessons in Plumbing 101. Lol.] According to my mom's certified almost-true speculations, this occurred sometime around 12MN. And our dear Jaya, who happens to stay in the living room, was found almost submerged in water. [You see, Jaya's a little dog. She has really short legs and doesn't have a talent in jumping up. Tsk tsk.] My dad, the ogre [haha!] who claims that he hates dogs, was the one who rescued Jaya. [&lt;em&gt;Uy, may&lt;/em&gt; special connection &lt;em&gt;na sila!&lt;/em&gt; Haha!] After the whole thing, we just laughed at the thought of our precious little dog drowning, saying "Breaking News! &lt;em&gt;Isang aso natagpuang palutang-lutang at nalunod dahil kay Neneng!"&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KLSP.&lt;/strong&gt; So with all that's happening around me, the ulcer residing in my abdomen is also currently craving for attention. Stupid stomach. I'm getting myself a new one. Haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANTED: SPEECH CHOIR TRAINER.&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't heard from Kuya Mark in days now. The competition's on the 9th (Monday) and we only practiced the choreo until the first paragraph of the piece. The piece itself is short but that doesn't make us feel any better about him not showing up. Without his artistic ideas, the whole thing's going to bomb. *sigh* Please show up, Kuya. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOONIE AND THE GANG.&lt;/strong&gt; I would like to take this opportunity to thank the Judas-looking snatcher who took the liberty to grab my phone. Because of you and your kind, [Whew! &lt;em&gt;Kind.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.] I'm having nightmare-like dreams where people try to get things from me. Just last Monday night, I dreamt of two guys who tried to take away my bag on my birthday. And to make it worse, they were holding daggers. Sheesh. Now I'm filled with paranoid thoughts while walking through town and it's all because of you, dear goonie. I'm starting to develop a fear of long-haired men because they remind me of you. And what you said to my bestfriend when she got down keeps on repeating itself in my mind. "&lt;em&gt;Babay..."&lt;/em&gt; *shivers* It gives me the chills, man! You and your &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; should all reevaluate your life status. If you're needy, then so are the people around you. Think about it. It might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. Or maybe I forgot a few minor details. Hehe. But anyways, gotta run now. Stay safe, everyone. God bless! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. *toot*'s a loser. i heart losers. i heart *toot*. wee! i guess i aced ACET's Logic Exam. haha. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-116001662359916220?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/116001662359916220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=116001662359916220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116001662359916220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/116001662359916220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/10/boring-and-exciting-irony-filled-world.html' title='the boring and exciting irony-filled world.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115953730651137829</id><published>2006-09-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conyo talk? oh, c'mon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grr. Ayaw lumabas ng "enye". Hmpf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maygad! This day is so kaka! As in, kakapagod to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** gusto kong mag-conyo talk. Haha. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas, Kuya Mark Saavedra made appear-appear na. Kasi naman ho, it's Friday na kaya. We were making hintay to him since Wednesday pa, eh he did not make pakita. Pero it's ok lang naman to us because we make intindi naman to him eh. The important thing is, there na him kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, we made practice-practice our voicing and choreo sa speech choir. Kaines nga eh. The natitirang bamboos were so bigat. As in, my arms and shoulders were so pagod after ilang rounds of paulit-ulit na practice. Grabe talaga Kuya Mark S., so sadista already. Hmpf. Ay, speaking of the bigat bamboos, Mark T. made ipit my daliri kanina while we made the arnis-arnis action. Ouch talaga. So sakit my index finger. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many talaga tuhod-bending our choreo this year. Makangawit talaga to the tuhod. Grabe, by the end of the practice week, siguro super bugbog na our katawan. Huhu. I don't like it pa naman when my katawan gets yayay. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero I'm kinda happy pa rin kasi Kuya Mark S. knows my name. Dapat lang kaya kasi we've been doing this speech choir thingy together for three years na. Pero it's iba pa rin. Haha. I'm kinda kilig because he makes tawag to me using my name talaga. Haha. And then he makes dagdag pa "Ate" sometimes. Haha. *blush blush* My hair is so mahaba na. Haha! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay... sana we will make panalo this year. I really want to make bawi our title. Kainis kasi that judge eh, making-making pa fifth place to us and then the other two made us first. Hay, none talaga magawa with his/her buhay. Hmpf. But anyway, I will really try talaga to do my best para naman maging memorable my last year in high school, daba? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** conyo mode deactivated. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mahirap pala ang ginagawa ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cofibean.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cofibean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, ano? Well, I guess siya hindi nahihirapan kasi he's born a "conyo" naman DAW. Hehe. Pero I admit na nakakatuwa magsalita na parang dumb rich kid. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HAPI BERTDAE JEMAR! Wee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Crush ko si Kuya Mark pero di kame talo. You know very well what I mean by that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115953730651137829?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115953730651137829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115953730651137829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115953730651137829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115953730651137829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/conyo-talk-oh-cmon.html' title='conyo talk? oh, c&apos;mon!'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115936401957135082</id><published>2006-09-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"lunes" by join the club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm listening to stupid mushy songs (old and new alike). I find myself having this unusual patience. I want to hug every friend I meet and do him/her little favors. I play with Sashimika before I go to sleep. I whine less and less and smile more and more. God, I even smile for no reason at all. I love staring up at the sky even when it's all cloudy and dark (and I still consider it the prettiest thing in the world). I sing along to those stupid songs I mentioned above. I hate going to sleep because reality seems much better than dreams. And even if I want to, I can't coz something always keeps me up. I even write crappy stuff such as this. I do stuff for my parents without being asked to. As in, I volunteer. I get lost in my thoughts and right after, I smile without even knowing what I was thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this can't be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115936401957135082?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115936401957135082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115936401957135082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115936401957135082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115936401957135082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/lunes-by-join-club.html' title='&quot;lunes&quot; by join the club.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115910449536566947</id><published>2006-09-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra guts needed. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how can a super duper fun excursion end up to be a horrible trip to Snatchland? yea, you read it right. &lt;strong&gt;SNATCHLAND.&lt;/strong&gt; and yea, i mean that my cellphone got snatched by this frizzy-haired Judas-looking goon of a man. [&lt;em&gt;hala, ansama ng&lt;/em&gt; description &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;. but it'll help you get the picture, right?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were happily seated in this jeepney from mercedes, peacefully waiting for the hours to tick by and the miles to get covered. and yet, some people just.. i don't know.. i can't find the right words, or way, to put it. all i know is that my companions got off, i was nearest to the entrance of the said jeep, one of my classmates texted me "&lt;em&gt;ingat&lt;/em&gt;", i replied with "vean got off. i feel so alone. huhu.". i was about to return my phone to my bag when this stinging sensation hit my right hand and, for all that registered in my blurry memory, that freako took my phone and ran onto this dark alley thingy. yea.. another phone lost. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i'm not totally devastated. at least i'm safe, right? and my bag's still with me. i still haven't told my parents though, but i'm planning to tonight. it's better that they know of it right away. as for that guy, no comment. not gonna insult him or anything, just leave him into God's hands. God bless dear goonie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahai.. please pray for moi. gotta have extra guts right now. hahai.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115910449536566947?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115910449536566947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115910449536566947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115910449536566947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115910449536566947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/extra-guts-needed-sigh.html' title='extra guts needed. *sigh*'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115885232099236138</id><published>2006-09-21T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reyna man, sumasablay din.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;this day was an emotional rollercoaster. awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;i've never looked at i8o7's friendship in this kind of light for quite a while now. to refresh everything is truly magical in its own little way. making up for lost chances - especially in our batch - is really one of the few handpicked moments i'd treasure for all my life. wah, cm8s! i love you all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;and since i'm in the state of being too lazy and overly sleepy, i'd end this post here. add more of my links next time. patience dearies, patience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;random pahabols:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;gad.. i so lab ismol ponts. and i'm into lol-ing nowadays. lol. [see what i mean?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;this paul guy is so kulet. ayoko nga ng textmate na lalake e. i'm gay kea. lol. [wah! lol na naman!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;hai.. galet ata saken si aa. wag naman sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;reyna man, sumasablay din. aylab mai taglayn. ^____^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115885232099236138?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115885232099236138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115885232099236138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115885232099236138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115885232099236138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/reyna-man-sumasablay-din.html' title='reyna man, sumasablay din.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115860092157814922</id><published>2006-09-19T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major headache's on its way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at last! i got the coding fixed! yey me! haha. well, sorry if it isn't that grand or what. it's my "creation" and i still love it as it is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, i'm sick. the total dedication for last week has finally taken its toll on me. *sigh* i hate being sick. it makes me feel like i'm about to die. well, maybe i am.. but i hope not. ok, what am i talking about? cut it out mars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yea.. i really need to hit the sheets now. major headache's on its way. *sigh* please let me feel well. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115860092157814922?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115860092157814922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115860092157814922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115860092157814922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115860092157814922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/major-headaches-on-its-way.html' title='major headache&apos;s on its way.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115797862926174652</id><published>2006-09-11T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh, quick post, quick post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been ages since i last dropped a line or two in this dusty ol' blog of mine. sorry bloggie dear. net connection hasn't been too good to me and so is school. been really busy. even sleep is one little luxury i just can't afford at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why the workaholic moment? science month. there, happy? *rolls eyes* but it's kinda nice too. today was the opening of the celebration and the showcase of the learning gallery went pretty well. hope tomorrow rocks as much, if not more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of tomorrow, we'll be having the D' QECAS thingy again. best of luck to junbi and jane. woot woot guys! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yeah, i really should be going now. i'm expected at kikay's so we could all do the preparations together. oh my, another sleepless night. *sighs* i hope i get to post back again tomorrow. i so missed blogging! wah! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but if in case i can't make it, wednesday is science quiz show day. thursday (ooh, ano daw meron sa 14? haha.) is the overnight camp at kanokutan! another birthday spent without my family. haha. what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;template's temporary ha. coding got kinda messed up so i resorted to this plain one. so yeah.. really really gotta go. toodles! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115797862926174652?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115797862926174652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115797862926174652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115797862926174652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115797862926174652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-missed-blogging.html' title='i missed blogging.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115500501300975850</id><published>2006-08-08T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pero di ako umaasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapos na ang upcat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi ako masaya.&lt;/span&gt; ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong umaga ng sabado, ako'y nag-internet lamang. sabi kasi nila mag-relax daw eh. hehe. pagkahapon naman ay sinamahan ako ng kuya kong magpagupit ng buhok. eto, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas mukha na akong maldita.&lt;/span&gt; feeling ko mukha akong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lalake&lt;/span&gt;. aylabet. :) pagkatapos nun ay pumunta kame sa mindpro upang bumili ng snacks. nakita ko pa nga ang mga kaklase kong sina &lt;a href="http://limegreenstar.blogspot.com"&gt;cyril&lt;/a&gt;, kikay, at vean sa tricycle. katatapos lang ng upcat nila eh. tinext ko sila agad para ipaalam na nakita ko sila. ang ni-reply? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asan daw ako at andun daw si ano sa ano.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. nakakatawa! anyway, napaka-exagge ko naman o. bumili ako ng malalaking bags ng chili-and-cheese-flavored chippy at barbecue-flavored nova (na hindi ko naman nakain nung exam. hehe). san ka pa? hehe. tapos nun ay pumunta kame sa Fort Pilar dahil ipinangako kong magsisindi ako ng kandila para sa batch namin at sa mga kaibigan ko. wah! Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang aga kong nagising nung sunday.&lt;/span&gt; 3 am ata yun. hehe. since takot akong gamitin ang heater namin, nag-init na lang ako ng tubig the conventional way. pamatay oras na rin yun eh. after kong maligo, humiga ako ulit pero di na ako nakatulog. wala lang. nagbasa lang ako ng mga "good luck" messages ng mga tao. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pampalakas ng loob.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga 4:45 ay bumangon na ako ulit. since ako lang talaga ang gising, ako na mismo ang naghanda ng sarili kong breakfast. pagkatapos kong kumain, nagising na si dad. ako naman, naghanda na. nag-toothbrush, nagbihis, etc. shet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kabado na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating doon sa meh wmsu, ayun, dami na rin palang mas nauna pa sa amin ng isa ko pang kaklase. meh mga nakita akong kakilala at naki-smile na rin sa kanila. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pila na raw!&lt;/span&gt; *gulp* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katakot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi na ako kinabahan nung nakaupo na ako. &lt;/span&gt;ewan ko nga ba. mas naging relaxed pa nga ata ako nung pinamigay na nila ang test kits at nung nagsimula na kameng mag-fill up at mag-answer. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinilit ko talagang tapusin ang language proficiency 6 minutes before the time. baket? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ihing-ihi na kasi ako!&lt;/span&gt; haha. *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.. medyo nahirapan din ako. pero ayos lang naman ata. nagulat lang ako kasi meh mga tanong silang ininclude na lessons namin sa genetics. di naman lahat ng schools meh genetics ah. (di naman sa pagmamataas) wala lang. nagulat lang talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi ko natapos ang math.&lt;/span&gt; nakakainis. last 6-8 items na lang ang dapat kong sagutin nang mag-time na. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi ko feel ang reading comprehension.&lt;/span&gt; nalulunod ako sa mga sentences! haha. pero ok lang. natapos ko rin naman siya eh. at dahil sa nagkaroon ako ng 10 minutes extra time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;napag-isipan kong punan ang mga hindi ko nasagot sa math.&lt;/span&gt; naisip ko kasi na sayang din naman yun. may right-minus-wrong policy nga pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/4 ng mga maling sagot ang ibabawas sa score mo&lt;/span&gt;. kung di mo naman sinagot, walang bawas, wala rin namang check. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naisip ko na mas mabuti nang i-take ko yung risk kesa naman hayaan kong hindi ma-count ang 6-8 items na yun.&lt;/span&gt; malay ko ba, makachamba pa ako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung matapos na ang lahat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saka ko naman gustong umiyak&lt;/span&gt;. bakit ba UPM ang first campus choice ko? dapat UPD na lang! sure naman na hindi ako papasa sa Nursing eh. baka meh chance pa ako sa Behavioral Science kase non-quota naman siya. pero ayoko! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gusto ko sa UPD!&lt;/span&gt; bahala na si batman.. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga seatmates at kakilala ko dun, salamat sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chika&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngiti&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food offers&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. sana pumasa tayo 'no? sana magsama-sama tayo lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero di ako umaasa.&lt;/span&gt; mahirap na. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masaket.&lt;/span&gt; o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115500501300975850?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115500501300975850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115500501300975850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115500501300975850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115500501300975850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/08/pero-di-ako-umaasa.html' title='pero di ako umaasa.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115494541279093922</id><published>2006-08-07T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even talking about my hair can't change that fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the beginning of this day hasn't been exactly, uhmm, refreshing. i think that i probably got so caught up with the nervousness i had the night before that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i actually woke up at around 5 and panicked, thinking that i'd be late for my exams&lt;/span&gt;. and yeah, i did realize that it was a saturday and my sked was not until the day after. naturally, i drifted off to sleep again. then i had a weird dream.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dreamed that it was already time for my exams!&lt;/span&gt; and i woke up again, checked the time, and panicked again when i saw that it was already 6 in the morning. ok, ok.. it was confusing! i thought things over again. maybe it was really a sunday and that i forgot all about it the night before. wah! but then, i saw my classmates' messages, thanking me for wishing them luck. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok, breathe mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit, that one's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i'm so scared of being late for the biggest entrance examination of my life, then what am i doing now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouldn't i be sleeping?&lt;/span&gt; well i can't.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm too wound up to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; i'm feeling these weird butterflies inside my chest - not my stomach, but my chest - flapping around like crazy *insert noun here*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i can't even complete sentences anymore! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm too nervous to think!&lt;/span&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change mood, change mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i finally got a haircut this afternoon!&lt;/span&gt; man, this is the shortest 'do i've ever had. hehe. but i'm happy so far - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more unwanted dry-looking curls!&lt;/span&gt; and yeah, it's crazy but i have to admit that i like my new hair coz i look more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maldita&lt;/span&gt;. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! i'm still nervous! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even talking about my hair can't change that fact&lt;/span&gt;. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. gotta hit the sheets now. wish me luck, ayt? toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115494541279093922?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115494541279093922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115494541279093922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115494541279093922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115494541279093922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/08/even-talking-about-my-hair-cant-change.html' title='even talking about my hair can&apos;t change that fact.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115466297546258062</id><published>2006-08-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bilang na mga oras ko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nakakabaliw, nakakaaliw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buong araw kong kinakanta yan. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of buong araw.. &lt;strong&gt;buong araw lang naman akong sumagot ng mga nakakabaliw na simulated upcat questions.&lt;/strong&gt; buong araw akong &lt;strong&gt;nag-iisip&lt;/strong&gt;. buong araw akong &lt;strong&gt;umaasang maka-chamba&lt;/strong&gt;. buong araw akong nagshe-shade ng mga boxes. &lt;strong&gt;buong araw akong kabado.&lt;/strong&gt; shet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang haba naman ng exam sa english! hindi ko yon natapos. ugh. sinubukan ko na lang pag-chambahan ang mga blanks. tapang ano? hihi. ala pa kaseng right-minus-wrong thingy. ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;math? ewan ko. ginanahan naman ako mag-solve kase mostly algebraic ang problems. kaso, kulang ata talga sa oras eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;science? shet. meh two parts yon eh. ang science sa umaga ay mas madale kesa sa science nong hapon. &lt;strong&gt;i so hate physics!&lt;/strong&gt; ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;reading comprehension? hehe. ayos lang. kakatwa. ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;filipino? naka! &lt;strong&gt;ano ba naman yon?!&lt;/strong&gt; yeesh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, well.. nakapasa naman ako sa lahat. hehe. (ala pang results sa filipino.) pero hinde ako pwedeng magsaya. hindi naman outstanding ang mga marka ko eh. shet talga. hmm.. &lt;strong&gt;feeling ko creative writing ang bagsak ko neto.&lt;/strong&gt; ayos lang, up dil pa ren naman eh. ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord, Lord.. &lt;strong&gt;sana ho makapasa ako.&lt;/strong&gt; puhleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.. (eeeww.. pop-ish.) wah! &lt;strong&gt;gusto ko mag-up diliman!&lt;/strong&gt; wah! &lt;strong&gt;gusto kong mag-business economics (or creative writing)!&lt;/strong&gt; wah! pangarap ko yon eh! waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haii.. &lt;strong&gt;bilang na mga oras ko&lt;/strong&gt;. friday na bukas, tas saturday, tas.. wah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wait.. meh superstition ba na pag nagpagupet ng buhok before exams, nawawala dao ang pinag-aralan? wag naman sana!gusto kong pumasa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;teka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;pano pag sa up manila ako pumasa? specifically, nursing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*insert cicada sound here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nah.. labo! haha.&lt;/strong&gt; *kindat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115466297546258062?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115466297546258062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115466297546258062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115466297546258062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115466297546258062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/08/bilang-na-mga-oras-ko.html' title='bilang na mga oras ko.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115449435449832349</id><published>2006-08-02T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's plenty of time to help him break his shell, right?</title><content type='html'>*cough cough* inaalikabok na ang blog ko. tsk tsk. kasalanan ko ba kung busy at tamad ako? hehe. kasalanan ko nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had this weird idea of featuring each of my classmates in one of my posts per month. ala lang.. trip-trip lang kumbaga. hehe. start na ako ngayon ha.. (wait, alphabetical na lang siguro..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*ehem ehem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/1600/st0len%20sh0t%20ni%20junbi..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/320/st0len%20sh0t%20ni%20junbi..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gurls, guys, and everything in between, this is mr. &lt;strong&gt;roberto "junbi" flores calupitan iii. &lt;/strong&gt;mukha siyang tahimik ano? hehe. well, if you thought so, then you're right. &lt;strong&gt;junbi is not your average talker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no one really knows why junbi is always the silent type. there even came a time when thought up some stupid and corny jokes on the reason behind his unusual silence. hehe. he smiled at our ideas, though. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmm.. so yeah.. i've known this guy way back in elementary. we were classmates from 1st to 3rd grade. from what i can vividly remember, &lt;strong&gt;junbi &lt;/strong&gt;(roberto pa talaga ang tawag namin sa kanya non. feel lang..) &lt;strong&gt;was never the way he is now.&lt;/strong&gt; he was noisy, as in! especially when we were in 3rd grade. we were groupmates before and that group was notorious for being the noisiest in our class. we always find time to laugh at even the most minute details like experiencing a mild earthquake in the middle of math class or &lt;strong&gt;his incredibly father-like sneeze.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. those were the times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but when i reached high school and found out that junbi's gonna be my classmate once more, it was different.. &lt;strong&gt;he wasn't the same ol' "go-go-go roberto" i knew.&lt;/strong&gt; silence. ugh. weird.. the only times he'd talk to me were when he was in need of paper. abah! syempre di ko sia binibigyan unless magpaalam at mag-"thank you" siya. ayoko kea na senyasan lang ako! haha. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now that we're on our final year as high school kids, &lt;strong&gt;i'm happy to say that junbi is "making progress".&lt;/strong&gt; well, considering the fact that all of his buddies are no longer with us, he really had to reach out a bit i guess. it's a good thing, really. he still has this read-my-mind air about him, but &lt;strong&gt;he's more, uhmm, interactive nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, whatever.. &lt;strong&gt;there's plenty of time to help him break his shell, right?&lt;/strong&gt; watch out, junbi! i'm going to share my chika powers with you whether you like it or not! haha. ^_____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115449435449832349?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115449435449832349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115449435449832349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115449435449832349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115449435449832349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-plenty-of-time-to-help-him.html' title='there&apos;s plenty of time to help him break his shell, right?'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115314166533969316</id><published>2006-07-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it's s0 sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;here's the thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;research is really driving me nuts!&lt;/strong&gt; so much to do, so little time. ugh. hate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yeah.. because of research, we had to visit the City Library. we were late, though. then we decided to go to the WMSU Library. and yeah, we were late, too. so we decided to go town. (btw, i was with &lt;a href="limegreenstar.blogspot.com"&gt;cyril&lt;/a&gt; and deb). &lt;strong&gt;we had to ride a jeep and that's were the crazy realization started to hit me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the jeep we got on was, surprisingly, headed to a place where we never wanted to go to.&lt;/strong&gt; (and we thought we were smart kids.. haha. di pala marunong magbasa ng signs!) thus, we got to a place called lower calarian. it was really.. uhmm.. different, i guess. the people, the place, the smell. it was.. awful? i dunno. i&lt;strong&gt; shouldn't judge, but i can't help it.&lt;/strong&gt; but seeing everything made me realize how lucky kids like i am are. i mean, we have nice homes, comfortable lives, we have almost everything at our beck and call. and yet, we do find ourselves craving for more than what we could have. lower calarian, however, is another story. &lt;strong&gt;staying there for not more than 10 minutes clearly showed a world of people who try and end up having to try harder. &lt;/strong&gt;for short, medyo na-deprive sila ng chances. &lt;strong&gt;and it's so sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[i have to make this really short. gotta run eh..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just a thought for my fellow kabataan.. &lt;strong&gt;we should be more than just thankful for living the lives we have.&lt;/strong&gt; if any of you think that your lives can't be any worse, you're dead wrong. life is indeed unfair at times. &lt;strong&gt;we should just be relieved and thankful that we happened to land on the fairer side.&lt;/strong&gt; ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115314166533969316?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115314166533969316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115314166533969316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115314166533969316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115314166533969316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-its-s0-sad.html' title='and it&apos;s s0 sad.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115241596235838687</id><published>2006-07-09T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have something else in mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/1600/Rhoi%2039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7687/2993/320/Rhoi%2039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wee! it's this guy's birthday today! hehe. who's he? boyplen ko! hahahaha. kiddin'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. it's been quite a while since i last put my heart into blogging. surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;i find myself confined to books and sleep nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt; i study, do homework, text a little, read, read, then sleep. i don't even watch TV except for weekends. my, my.. &lt;strong&gt;what happened to the couch potato in me?&lt;/strong&gt; not that i miss that kinda life.. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;books rock!&lt;/strong&gt; (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was fun, but i had to be absent for two consecutive days because of my research. ugh.. i have to work on that soon! well, as for the other days, we never really had class.. &lt;strong&gt;there's always an excuse not to have classes. &lt;/strong&gt;yipee! hehe. oh, and last friday we had a tour of the power plant in sangali. it's AEMSHS's second time there but we had to do it anyway for the benefit of the freshmen students and my classmates who will be studying on fuel, air pollution and those stuff. and on our way back to school at around 12 noon, the teachers announced that we could take the rest of the day off. wee! &lt;strong&gt;ala na namang class!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was the first day of our celeb for nutri month. hmpf.. our dear principal won't allow us to have the celebration during weekdays so we had to do it on saturdays. ugh.. imbes na mag-rest na lang kame (and we do need to rest a lot. need ba?! hehe.), pahihirapan pa kame. amp talaga o.. so there, we had the slogan-making, essay-writing, and poster-making contests yesterday. haha. cm8s, sensia na keo sa mga sinulat ko. &lt;strong&gt;i'm totally uninspired.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. bahala nah.. hmm.. we also had a film viewing. since ala pang superman returns dvd na available, we had to watch cars and x-men: the last stand. di ko napanood ang start ng cars (wiset na essay!) but i got the chance to watch x-men. waaahhh! &lt;strong&gt;i can't get enough of logan (and warren, too)!&lt;/strong&gt; too bad love nia si jean. ugh.. jean.. hehehe. kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunday.. again, it's the birthday of the guy above. and i'm gonna pick up his gift this afternoon. not only that, &lt;strong&gt;i have something else in my mind.&lt;/strong&gt; but i'm still not really sure of it. again, bahala nah.. wish me luck anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the guy on the pic is my dear autistic brother. haha. he's the best! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115241596235838687?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115241596235838687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115241596235838687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115241596235838687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115241596235838687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-something-else-in-mind.html' title='i have something else in mind.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115132738455048793</id><published>2006-06-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kakal0ka per0 kakatuwa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ilang dekada rin akong nawala ano? hehe. ganon siguro talaga. &lt;strong&gt;buhay senior eh&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;pagod pero masaya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kakaloka pero&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kakatuwa.&lt;/strong&gt; aliw talaga ang bawat araw sa iskul. pero di pa rin maiwasang isipin na kung kelan pa mejo ok na ang lahat ay sia namang huling taon namin sa tahanang kung tawagin namin ay AEMSHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganon pala ang feeling mag-senti sa tagalog ano? aliw! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nako.. &lt;strong&gt;pagod pagod pagod!&lt;/strong&gt; hindi naman sa lahat ng oras ay wala akong panahon para magOL at mag-blog. oo nga, madalas meh mga gawain, pero meh mga oras naman na free kame. kaso.. pag dumating ang oras na yon, &lt;strong&gt;mas pinipili ko pang matulog at magpahinga para naman bumawi ang katawan ko.&lt;/strong&gt; kung makita nio lang ako ngayon, naka! pimples galore ang lola! wahehe. pero ayos lang. baka sign lang na malapit na ang.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madaming nangyari. imposible naman na wala di ba? ayon. research mode ang lola. pero kakatwa naman. kahet na uber problemado ako last school year at nong summer, &lt;strong&gt;masaia pa ren ako at nauna pa akong maging ready para sa research proposal kesa don sa mga super nauna saken.&lt;/strong&gt; asteg ano? hehe. masipag dao. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukas na pala ang research proposal. *gulp. dalawa lang naman ang pwedeng mangyari - i&lt;strong&gt;-reject nila ang study ko at pahirapan akong maghanap ng bago, or ma-accept ang study ko at magsimula na sa penitensia.&lt;/strong&gt; alin mas pipiliin nio? wakeke. toinks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, naipadala na pala namen ang UPCAT forms namin. meh portion kase don kung san kelangang pumili ng 2 UP campuses, each with 2 courses of choice. nilagay ko? UP manila: &lt;strong&gt;bs nursing&lt;/strong&gt; (course ng bayan!) pate &lt;strong&gt;BA behavioral sciences&lt;/strong&gt; (ala kase ibang non-quota course eh). UP diliman: &lt;strong&gt;bs business economics&lt;/strong&gt; (course ng achie_sish_cuz ko!) at &lt;strong&gt;BA creative writing&lt;/strong&gt; (impluwensia ni &lt;a href="http://theincugirl.blogspot.com"&gt;ate saab&lt;/a&gt;! hehe). o diba, super sigurista. sa bawat campus, pumili ako ng sang quota at non-quota course. siempre, para siguradong pasok. asa! bwahaha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ayoko po magUP eh. well, not UP. ayoko mag-aral sa manila. di ako bagay don. mas pipiliin ko pa somewhere quiet, somewhere far, &lt;strong&gt;somewhere not-so-modern&lt;/strong&gt;, somewhere in.. zamboanga?! BUYAG! *knocks on wood. haha. &lt;strong&gt;dumaguete is the place to be.&lt;/strong&gt; feel ko sa silliman eh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba yan.. kung anu-anong kakrungiehan ang naiisip ko. it's a sign na inaantok na ako. toinks! hehe. stay safe people. ieedit ko blogroll ko next time. di pa yan masiadong ayos. keep on visiting! wag magsawa ke reyna ng sablay, owkie? mats lab en pis! God bless! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115132738455048793?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/115132738455048793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=115132738455048793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115132738455048793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115132738455048793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/kakal0ka-per0-kakatuwa.html' title='kakal0ka per0 kakatuwa.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-115063194760807822</id><published>2006-06-18T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:01:22.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha. buhay pa ako! wee! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been very busy for the past week. ugh. pag ala namang assignment, maaga ako matulog kasi pagod. kaloka! hehe. but it was kinda fun at the same time, too. but before anything else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nanalo po akong society of young scientists president!&lt;/span&gt; effective pala ang plug ko. nyahahaha! :D (sira!) we also had this interclass competition for best sing-dance-act presentation. the results were unfair, and i'm not saying this as a sore loser. if i were to judge and exclude our batch from the list, i'd pick the sophomores or the juniors a hundred times over the freshmen. i wouldn't be this disappointed if the winning class was deserving. well, never mind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i still think my batch_i8o7 family rocks!&lt;/span&gt; lml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the oh-so-tiring outing (and the oh-so-tiring day before that), i went home to be with my family. t'was my dear mama's birthday and we all went out for dinner. i didn't eat much (because i'm "anorexic". hahahahaha!!!!). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i did spend most of that time looking at my family and feeling happy that we were having dinner together&lt;/span&gt;, with extensions pa! my eldest brother's wife and kids were there, too, and so is my other brother's best friend/our "adopted" kapamilya (haha! peace kuya rexy!). basta, i was so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**singit: andon din pala ang schoolmates kong magkapatid na sina kyrby at kym. nahiya tuloy ako at nakita nilang medyo girly ang ayos ni ate mars. kung di lang birthday ni mama...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.. another school day tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa lahat ng mga kakilala kong ateneans, naiinggit ako senio!&lt;/span&gt; i heard na-move ulet ang opening nio - sa 27 pa dao?! i know you guys are already bored with yer super extended vacation so i'm making you this offer: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palitan teo ng identities?&lt;/span&gt; :) hahaha. *kindat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*searching.. searching.. searching.. still searching.. ENGK!! no more thoughts found. please try again tomorrow or next online session. thank you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sira. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-115063194760807822?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115063194760807822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/115063194760807822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title='Busyness.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114995397707194628</id><published>2006-06-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antukin. *wapak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;got my first UPCAT review today. can't believe it. am i actually doing this? i can't believe i'll be taking the entrance exams to UP this august. it's still 2 months away, but i'm every bit as nervous as a bride on her wedding eve. exagge. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and yeah.. i'm back to normal again. the sleepyhead in me has finally awaken. *ismayl. i sleep when i have no schoolwork to do. i'm starting to think of myself as some geek. but maybe a cool one at that. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;one more thing. watched the myx music awards just this evening. *groan. ugh. yasmien kurdi? fave new artist? beating brownman revival, cueshe, sponge cola, and hale? i can't even use the words in the same sentence! are you kidding me? i would've even chosen cueshe (sige na lang)  over her! well, well. it's alright. i don't care anymore. i respect her music, or wachamacallit. and yeah. cueshe? beating all other bands, too? and stay? fave rock music vid? uggggghhh. who does the voting anyway?! yeesh. never mind. at least rivermaya won best vid. and i got to see parokya ni edgar and kamikazee perform "the ordertaker". haha. aliw talaga sila. \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;tulog nako. inaantok na naman eh. *toinks! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps. crazy man si cy. kanina pa sign out-sign in mode sa ym. papansin. haha. joke lan! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114995397707194628?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/114995397707194628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=114995397707194628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114995397707194628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114995397707194628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/antukin-wapak.html' title='antukin. *wapak!'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114986622035058635</id><published>2006-06-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived. haha.</title><content type='html'>at last, freedom! hahahaha. *kindat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday! that means i survived the first week of school! ha, you think i couldn't handle your "intimidating" requirements, don't you? not me! not marie khan sarte edding! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i feel good about my first week. so far, no cramming sessions yet. (but i love cramming!) hope that this would go on 'til march 31, 2007. *toinks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of feeling good, i got a perfect score in my first chemistry lab report for this year! haha. ganon pala ang feeling? usually, chem is the one subject that causes me to go down. ugh. i feel terrible for losing my scholarship just because of chem. and yeah, losing the chance to be among the top 3 honors for graduation. kumbaga, nabahiran record ko. but it's ok. i mean, at least i'm still in aemshs with my wonderful cm8s. :) hmm. i hope that my score is a sign that i'll be doing good in my final year as a high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, have i, by chance, told you about the subjects we have right now? no? well, i'm telling you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have 2 maths (which is always the case in aemshs). right now, we are on our math 6 (calculus) and math 7 (special problems). calculus is sorta easy - just a review of lessons we had from 2nd (geometry) to 3rd year (advanced algebra). but special problems is driving me nuts! everything is so mixed up! and mostly, i forgot how to solve these word problems. some of them are elementary-level simple that i forgot how to work them out! geez, kakahiya. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also have 2 chems - chem 3 (organic) and chem 4 (quantitative analysis). so far, i've learned to understand the lessons in them. plus, ma'am cinches almost always seems to be in a good mood, which is super duper great! guess this is a good start for chemistry. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our natural science 4 deals with genetics. oh, i love love love it! i'm actually thinking of genetic engineering. would it pay me well? hehe. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is on, too. but i'm also happy! i got perfect scores in both my first assignment and seatwork. hmm.. hope the periodic exams won't confuse me like last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english 4 is literature. i think i'm gonna enjoy this most among all the other english topics we've had in the past. (well, i enjoyed rhetoric writing and some debate, too.) this is where i'm given freedom to read all i want! haha. actually, i'll be buying my first novel-to-read tomorrow. can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;research 3, which is still under ma'am cinches, is going smooth so far. i now have a title and will defend it this tuesday. i think it has a good chance of being accepted. but i'll be crossing my fingers just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social science 4 deals with economics. ugh. we haven't started with it yet so i'm not sure whether i'd enjoy it or not. i don't really have a knack for econ, but since it affects people's lives, i might as well give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filipino 4? we haven't met yet. haha. i think ma'am reima still has a hangover. too bad for her and too good for me. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pehm? same old, same old. *remembers something. laughs hysterically.* this is the class i'd like to call "extra". it's just another way to get away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer 4? what's that? hahahahahahahaha. between you and me, we really don't meet up during computer class. sir mulato simply lets us be. and we get good grades for sitting around, mind you. haha. it's all a matter of good teacher's evaluation. we give him high scores, he gives us high grades. nice noh? no efforts, more free time. toinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i missed anything, by chance? hmm, none, i guess. that's it for now. more news from my senior days later. i feel sleepy and we still have UPCAT review tomorrow. ugh. my saturdays are busy once more. just great. *rolls eyes* hehe. *kindat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114986622035058635?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/114986622035058635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=114986622035058635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114986622035058635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114986622035058635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-survived-haha.html' title='i survived. haha.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114977417154180239</id><published>2006-06-08T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's s0 much t0 d0 and s0 little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;real life jamie sullivan and landon carter?&lt;/strong&gt; yep, there really are people like them. just this evening, my mom told me about the family that used to be their neighbors. she recalled knowing a girl who died young because of some heart disease. &lt;strong&gt;the girl had a boyfriend who was on her side through her worsening condition.&lt;/strong&gt; clearly, they loved each other. in fact, the guy even asked the girl to marry him despite her decline - &lt;strong&gt;she had only a few more months to live.&lt;/strong&gt; now her physician advised the girl not to get married as she wouldn't be able to handle married life. he said that it would only hasten the girl's downfall. but as in love and faithful as the couple were, they still got married, &lt;strong&gt;saying that God will take care of everything and that His will be done.&lt;/strong&gt; so they got married, went for a vacation/honeymoon in cebu city, and returned to zamboanga. after a month or so, the girl died. my mom never heard of what happened to the guy. hmm.. but it's really "a walk to remember-ish", right? sad noh? &lt;strong&gt;at least the girl died happy knowing that the person she loves gave her her miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for that.. i'm so happy. &lt;strong&gt;my mom and i are sorta engaging in bonding sessions.&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, we rarely fight (more likely, she rarely yells at me). &lt;strong&gt;we actually enjoy being with each other now.&lt;/strong&gt; like yesterday when we went to golden bell. before going home, i told her that i'd like to eat ice cream. she told me to run along and hurry. when i returned, i guess she was surprised to see that i bought her ice cream, too. with my own money, take note. hehe. then, we just had a good time, i guess. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and yeah.. &lt;strong&gt;school's kinda tough for a first week.&lt;/strong&gt; it's kinda hard to keep up with your pile of homework. &lt;strong&gt;i feel so occupied!&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, it seems like there's no such thing as "free time" anymore. &lt;strong&gt;there's so much to do and so little time.&lt;/strong&gt; ugh. &lt;strong&gt;but i think - no, i know - i can handle this.&lt;/strong&gt; ako pah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. think i'll end here first. don't know when i'll post again. *remembers* wee! we have no classes tomorrow morning pala (except for the first subject. ugh. calculus). election of club officers! wee! boto nio 'ko society of young scientists president! haha. asa! kahet anu nah. basta either president, vice-pres, or secretary. wag sa pera ha! hihi. (buang na talaga ako.) mats lab en pis everyone! *mwapaks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114977417154180239?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/114977417154180239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=114977417154180239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114977417154180239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114977417154180239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-s0-much-t0-d0-and-s0-little.html' title='there&apos;s s0 much t0 d0 and s0 little time.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114952252811356521</id><published>2006-06-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>managed to get through. and it's just the first day.</title><content type='html'>pretty long day, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;woke up around 6:30am, prayed that this would be a &lt;strong&gt;good day&lt;/strong&gt;, and got out of bed to get going. through all my morning rituals, i kept on conversing with myself: practicing &lt;strong&gt;warm welcome's&lt;/strong&gt; to the freshies, imagining my replies to certain questions or remarks by my classmates, recalling all the experiences i could share with them, etc. and all the while, i was also praying, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, let this be a good start for me, please...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;so yeah, fast forward. got to school, attended another boring orientation program (i've had 'nuff of these things! lies! tsk.), cleaned our new classroom (which i already love as early as now! it's never warm in that place!), sat down and &lt;strong&gt;kept up with the latest happenings&lt;/strong&gt;. ugh. &lt;strong&gt;i/we still miss our former classmates.&lt;/strong&gt; the four of them (jacob, paola, evan, geno) were, like, the &lt;strong&gt;noise machines&lt;/strong&gt; in our batch. and even though most of us that remained are "chikadors" at some point, we still find ourselves facing a "nah-meh-dumaang-angel" moment - a moment where we all turn quiet, waiting for the other to talk again, and eventually run out of things to talk about. yeesh. &lt;strong&gt;i miss them so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;whoa! *checks time* i better finish up early. class starts at 7 tomorrow and my favorite subject, &lt;strong&gt;calculus&lt;/strong&gt;, is up first. (i hope you knew i was being sarcastic. haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;so..where was i? hmm..yeah. after all the moping around (we didn't have any regular class yet), it was dismissal time. i had my parents fetch me so we could go to golden bell and buy my school stuff. yep, &lt;strong&gt;i was not prepared&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. and there i was grabbing every useful item i could lay my hands on. bwahaha! :) while paying for my goodies, i looked around and realized that there were a lot of uniformed teens hopping from aisle to aisle. &lt;em&gt;hala, medyo madami ata regionalians. &lt;/em&gt;and there was this guy going through the notebooks, his back turned on my view. &lt;em&gt;matangkad siya..&lt;/em&gt; *i squinted to take a better look* &lt;em&gt;blue yung pants niya..parang pang-regional. at yung ayos niya habang nakatalikod, familiar masyado. parang..parang si.. &lt;/em&gt;no, it can't be! &lt;strong&gt;it must not be!&lt;/strong&gt; *got a sideview look of the guy for a split second* &lt;em&gt;hala ka, chinito! siya ba yan? &lt;/em&gt;another voice popped, &lt;em&gt;hindi mars. medyo malaki katawan niyan. imposible.. &lt;/em&gt;cut by the first voice, &lt;em&gt;ilang months na ba kayong di nagkita? malay mo may nag-iba sa kanya. &lt;/em&gt;waaaahhh! got so confused that i decided to leave the paying to my dad and waited with mom, still debating with myself. &lt;em&gt;i could pretend to pass by the aisle and take a closer look. make sure lang ba.. no.. what excuse will i give my mom? uhmm.. eh pag siya yun, ano naman gagawin mo? &lt;/em&gt;i pondered on this for a while, and decided to &lt;strong&gt;shrug the thought off. &lt;/strong&gt;(was that the right thing to do?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;we then headed home. that's funny, i was kilometers away from golden bell and &lt;strong&gt;i can still feel my heart beat like crazy.&lt;/strong&gt; what's wrong with me? ugh. why was this happening?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and just when i thought my day-ender couldn't be worse, another thing came up. this time, it's &lt;strong&gt;nothing compared to the previous.&lt;/strong&gt; *gulp* &lt;strong&gt;i finally told my parents about the cp-wallet thing.&lt;/strong&gt; not really tell (but i was planning to earlier), just blurted out. my mama kept on asking me about my cellphone and i don't answer back. then i just spat out the words, &lt;em&gt;ya perde. i mean, ya ruba. &lt;/em&gt;(nawala. i mean, meh nagnakaw.) and the rest is history. &lt;strong&gt;(note: history = nagging session from mama, a lot of tears from me, calm comforts from daddy, kumusta text message from kaka mimin, and a whole lotta pain in my already-crumbled heart. ouch.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;but overall, &lt;strong&gt;i wouldn't say i had a bad day.&lt;/strong&gt; it was pretty good, come to think of it. i may not have money or a phone or the total trust of my mama, but &lt;strong&gt;i still have life, determination, optimism, faith, and Him.&lt;/strong&gt; and like i told Him through my tears, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, kaya ko 'to.&lt;/strong&gt; Basta, mawawala din 'to. &lt;strong&gt;Ok lang ako, promise...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114952252811356521?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/114952252811356521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=114952252811356521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114952252811356521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114952252811356521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/managed-to-get-through-and-its-just.html' title='managed to get through. and it&apos;s just the first day.'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114943598535222312</id><published>2006-06-04T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:08:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last of summer. *babay buhai pensi0nada!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahaii. klase na naman bukas. at sa makalawa. at sa susunod na araw. at sa mga susunod pang araw. at sa susunod na linggo. at sa susunod na buwan. waaahh! &lt;strong&gt;klase na naman!&lt;/strong&gt; simula bukas, araw-araw ko na namang dadaanan ang falcatan drive. pagsasawaan ko na naman ang mga mukha ng mga teachers kong mababaet pero &lt;strong&gt;katakot-takot magbigay ng assignments at tests&lt;/strong&gt;. harutan to the max na naman kame ng klasmeyts kong baliw. full blast ingay at lagim na naman ang hatid ng batch_i8o7! bwahahahahahahahaha *nabilaukan* haha. corny. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ganon siguro noon. ewan ko na lang ngayon. eh kase &lt;strong&gt;4th year&lt;/strong&gt; na kame eh. malamang karamihan sa amin gusto nang magbagong-buhay. in other words, &lt;strong&gt;mag-seryoso&lt;/strong&gt;. and yeah..kasali ako sa mga yon. hindi naman sa slacker ako, or what. pero last year kase, i admit na medyo nagpabaya ako sa studies ko. pero this year, isusubsob ko na talaga sarili ko sa pag-aaral - &lt;strong&gt;mark my word&lt;/strong&gt;. sayang kase lahat ng hirap ng parents at kuya ko diba? [naks!] chaka siguro mas naging determinado ako dahil don sa nawala kong cellphone at wallet. di nio alam ang tungkol don?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;andon kasi sa wallet na yun ang pang-enroll ko [php 6 500] plus some extra money. tas habang ginagawa ko yung requirement para ma-clear na ako, meh taong kumuha. tas pati cp ko pinagtripan na ren. kea yon, disappear! tsk tsk. eh di ko masabi sa parents ko. takot ko lang! kea si kuya na lang kinausap ko. sia nag-sponsor ng enrollment. sana pati phone na ren...*binatukan ng kuya ko sa imagination ko. asa!*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so going back, yon. di ko sasayangin ang 12 989.38 na ginastos nila saken. pagbubutihin ko talaga this year. di na ren ako maglalakwacha. [pero di naman talaga ako mahilig don. homebody ako eh.] magsisipag na ako. shet! &lt;strong&gt;kea ko kea 'to?!&lt;/strong&gt; pero kelangan den eh. para naman matanggap ako sa silliman university. yon lang kase ang ticket ko paalis ng zamboanga eh. hehe. mars, snap back to reality. first day of school pa lang bukas. meh isang taon pa para pagpantasyahan ang independence. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sia sia. mag-aayos pa 'ko ng gamet, kakaen [di pa ako nag-dinner. gutom!], at matutulog. di naman sa maaga ako bukas, pero gusto ko lang maging ready. kina-career?! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii! sana maka-post ako dito nang madalas. sayang naman kung empty 'to diba? di bale, hahanap ako ng paraan makapiling lang ang bagong blog ko. ngak! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat sa lahat! God bless! mats lab en pis! v(^.^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singit :: dumating na ang bagong aso namen! nano [sosyal na pag-pronounce] ang name nia at pekingese den sia tulad ni jaya [sila lang ang pure pekingese sa buong zamboanga. bwahaha!]. ang kyut nia talaga! hihi. bale sampu na aso namen ngayon. wag keong mag-alala. one of these days pati kame magiging aso na ren. nyaha! later na 'ko mag-u-upload ng pix. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114943598535222312?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114943598535222312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114943598535222312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-of-summer-babay-buhai-pensi0nada.html' title='last of summer. *babay buhai pensi0nada!*'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29207145.post-114935953204103230</id><published>2006-06-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:46:52.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bag0ng bl0g. yipee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haii nako. nakakapagod 'to ha. hindi ako makapaniwalang matatagalan ako sa paggawa neto. tas, eto lang ang resulta?! waaahh. sensia na ho. di naman ako expert sa mga ganito eh. tsk tsk. pero..tapos na ako! finally! hehe. bagong blog, bagong buhay! ngak! ano raw?! hehe. susubukan kong mag-post dito araw-araw. yon ay kung di ako busy sa iskul. alam nio naman, 4th year na ako ngayong pasukan. kelangan na magsipag para sa college. kea ko 'to! weee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige. edit ko na lang bukas yong ibang kulang. tas post den ako tungkol sa mga latest chika. hehe. antok at gutom na talaga ako. lolx. tc! God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29207145-114935953204103230?l=-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/feeds/114935953204103230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29207145&amp;postID=114935953204103230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114935953204103230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29207145/posts/default/114935953204103230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-reynangsablay-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bag0ng-bl0g-yipee.html' title='bag0ng bl0g. yipee!'/><author><name>[.MARCHiE.]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5682/ismayl43qd6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
